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dragonlady7It is currently back up to 0, so that's great.
Also, currently, no snow here! the lake effect band wobbled off southward, where it belongs. But it's set to swing back up this way later.
I have not yet gotten up to look out the window to see how much snow fell. (When I first got up it was too dark to really see, and the sun rose in this beautiful delicate-but-fierce pastel rainbow up the window, and i was just too tired to go look. A photographer friend on Instagram got a shot from her apartment downtown, though, through the screen, and I was like "ah yes, I could have gotten a better shot because there's no screen in my window, should've done that, didn't." It's a funny weird thing, this strange sense of responsibility I feel to document things as a photographer? It's thirty years' habit now, almost. And it hasn't netted me that many good images. You'd think I'd give up, but no. Weird how that works.
The wind seems moderate for the moment, so now's really the time for me to get up and get out there and clear snow. But I don't want to. I really don't. I should try to identify why I'm so reluctant to move. It's not like yesterday was bad. It's not like I was ever afraid. It's not like 0 is that cold.
The entire county is still in a state of emergency and there's a list of highway closures as long as my arm but nothing local. Travel ban in a bunch of the Southtowns, but not up here. I can't find a good list of what's actually going on, and it's not snowing right now. Sigh.
Oh, a note on who's not taking this storm off-- the mail carrier came by twice yesterday, and told us he'd return at 2:30 to pick up our packages for the day (he usually drops off at like 10 am and picks up at like 6pm), but then came early, which I'd anticipated and had everything ready for him already. A customer then told us that the local branch of the Post Office was closed, which never happens! So that's interesting.
I don't know-- I have to dig my car out anyway, and I won't get paid if I don't go in, but I'm just so tired. It's not like, a go-back-to-bed tired, I'm just weirdly drained. I do have my period, but it's a bizarrely light and cramp-free one; I literally did not understand what was going on for most of the first day, as if I were eleven again, because there were no cramps and no red blood. I've had so many awful periods in a row, and I've only ever had like one or two this mild before, I keep waiting for it to get terrible. Nothing hurts, and my digestion's not even upset! Does this even count??? But it could explain why I'm so tired. Also, we have no ice cream in the house and I was desperate to the point of eating handfuls of mediocre chocolate chips last night, so. Dude does not understand, and will buy a pint of ice cream to last the week, and there are two of us, my guy. I don't eat a pint at a sitting but I do like to eat something every night, and he doesn't understand, and it's not fair. I'm prepared for a blizzard otherwise, we have laid in all kinds of supplies, but he got us a two-day supply of ice cream to last a week and a half and I just don't understand him.
Our banjo lesson for tonight was already cancelled because of a scheduling conflict on the teacher's end, anyway, so there's that small mercy.
Someone please take my decision-making responsibility away, that's clearly what I really want.
Ugh if I don't dig myself out, the store manager will feel obligated to come retrieve me, and I don't want that, I don't want the nice guys downstairs to think they have to squire me around when I own a perfectly functional car that I just haven't managed to get out of the driveway because Dude has me parked. Sigh.
You know what I really want to do today? I want to make the muslin of a quilted vest I've been wanting to make myself. That's what I really want to do today. Sigh. I saw a pattern designer I follow on Instagram post a photo of herself in a quilted dress and I was so jealous of it. It's like, a 50s-style full-skirt dress, and she had the skirt quilted at a quilt shop. What a great fucking idea! Ugh. I want a quilted wool petticoat and a knee-length quilted wool robe lined in silk, why do I not own these things? That's the kind of wardrobe I want. The vest will, in its final version, be made of scrap wool salvaged from various sources, because I am still not allowed to buy fabric ever.
Also, currently, no snow here! the lake effect band wobbled off southward, where it belongs. But it's set to swing back up this way later.
I have not yet gotten up to look out the window to see how much snow fell. (When I first got up it was too dark to really see, and the sun rose in this beautiful delicate-but-fierce pastel rainbow up the window, and i was just too tired to go look. A photographer friend on Instagram got a shot from her apartment downtown, though, through the screen, and I was like "ah yes, I could have gotten a better shot because there's no screen in my window, should've done that, didn't." It's a funny weird thing, this strange sense of responsibility I feel to document things as a photographer? It's thirty years' habit now, almost. And it hasn't netted me that many good images. You'd think I'd give up, but no. Weird how that works.
The wind seems moderate for the moment, so now's really the time for me to get up and get out there and clear snow. But I don't want to. I really don't. I should try to identify why I'm so reluctant to move. It's not like yesterday was bad. It's not like I was ever afraid. It's not like 0 is that cold.
The entire county is still in a state of emergency and there's a list of highway closures as long as my arm but nothing local. Travel ban in a bunch of the Southtowns, but not up here. I can't find a good list of what's actually going on, and it's not snowing right now. Sigh.
Oh, a note on who's not taking this storm off-- the mail carrier came by twice yesterday, and told us he'd return at 2:30 to pick up our packages for the day (he usually drops off at like 10 am and picks up at like 6pm), but then came early, which I'd anticipated and had everything ready for him already. A customer then told us that the local branch of the Post Office was closed, which never happens! So that's interesting.
I don't know-- I have to dig my car out anyway, and I won't get paid if I don't go in, but I'm just so tired. It's not like, a go-back-to-bed tired, I'm just weirdly drained. I do have my period, but it's a bizarrely light and cramp-free one; I literally did not understand what was going on for most of the first day, as if I were eleven again, because there were no cramps and no red blood. I've had so many awful periods in a row, and I've only ever had like one or two this mild before, I keep waiting for it to get terrible. Nothing hurts, and my digestion's not even upset! Does this even count??? But it could explain why I'm so tired. Also, we have no ice cream in the house and I was desperate to the point of eating handfuls of mediocre chocolate chips last night, so. Dude does not understand, and will buy a pint of ice cream to last the week, and there are two of us, my guy. I don't eat a pint at a sitting but I do like to eat something every night, and he doesn't understand, and it's not fair. I'm prepared for a blizzard otherwise, we have laid in all kinds of supplies, but he got us a two-day supply of ice cream to last a week and a half and I just don't understand him.
Our banjo lesson for tonight was already cancelled because of a scheduling conflict on the teacher's end, anyway, so there's that small mercy.
Someone please take my decision-making responsibility away, that's clearly what I really want.
Ugh if I don't dig myself out, the store manager will feel obligated to come retrieve me, and I don't want that, I don't want the nice guys downstairs to think they have to squire me around when I own a perfectly functional car that I just haven't managed to get out of the driveway because Dude has me parked. Sigh.
You know what I really want to do today? I want to make the muslin of a quilted vest I've been wanting to make myself. That's what I really want to do today. Sigh. I saw a pattern designer I follow on Instagram post a photo of herself in a quilted dress and I was so jealous of it. It's like, a 50s-style full-skirt dress, and she had the skirt quilted at a quilt shop. What a great fucking idea! Ugh. I want a quilted wool petticoat and a knee-length quilted wool robe lined in silk, why do I not own these things? That's the kind of wardrobe I want. The vest will, in its final version, be made of scrap wool salvaged from various sources, because I am still not allowed to buy fabric ever.
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Date: 2019-01-31 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-31 02:00 pm (UTC)(They have amazing ice cream cookies they make in freezer packs to take home. THOSE last a week, in a pack of a dozen! But nooooo, they're closed. Who DOESN'T have ice cream emergencies in blizzards?!?!?! Ugh.)
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Date: 2019-01-31 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-31 03:34 pm (UTC)The guys downstairs are keeping their eyes trained on that ice cream shop in case it opens up.
With the travel bans rolling through along with the lake effect bands, I'm not likely to get my ice cream cravings met anytime soon. But it'll be 40 on Tuesday, so maybe we can take a canoe out in the resulting flood, at least?