So, I didn't get the job I interviewed for a couple of weeks ago, and I've realized I'm fine with that. Because I'm actually more secure where I am than going back into homebuilding in an overheated stock market and housing market that is headed for not good, in the incompetent GOP hands with the Puppet at the helm. It's only going to get crazier. Where I am is safer.
So updating two or so times a week hasn't happened. I'll adjust, and aim for once. Probably on Friday or the weekend, because my evenings are full lately.
My condo building has a new tile roof, and I finally parked in my garage tonight, for the first time in three weeks. Yay. I've been hiking a block in the morning freezing to my vehicle, and Leia the RAV4 and I are both happy she's back in the garage.
Our Girl Scout is selling cookies, and I made two trips to the car a block away to haul bags of cookies sold in the office, cursing the timing of the roofing project yet again. But I will admit that the new roof is pretty, and they did a good job with all new waterproofing and flashing and gutters and all that good shit, and they're done with my building so I will stop whining. It's all good.
What am I working on now? I don't know what triggered it, but I'm making granny squares every evening, after yoga. Maybe just one or two, but this is how giant afghans are born. I'm using leftovers of Cascade 220 Superwash, which is a great way to eat up the stash. It's going to be rather pink and purple, because these are little girl leftovers, but I'm tying it together with black to make it more mature. Not that I really care, because it's not like a granny square afghan is a complicated fashion statement; it's a scrap yarn project that requires no thought. That's what I need right now.
I haven't said anything political because right now all I can do is conjugate the F word in amazing new ways. Everything I thought in the first 48 hours last November, things I thought were just me being depressed and "that's crazy talk" is now...documented. Jesus, we are in some deep shit here.
Yoga and yarn and HOUNDING YOUR REPRESENTATIVES EVERY CHANCE YOU GET.
We will get through this.