When There Were Leaves

I haven’t been outside with my camera in weeks so I’m having to pull from photos I took a while ago. It seems like once the leaves fell and the flowers were done, the weather just hasn’t given me much to work with. This has been a very odd end of fall/start of winter this year.

I would have gone out yesterday morning as we were given a gorgeous fog, but I couldn’t leave the house until I knew what was going on with the contractors. By the time I was forced to call, the fog had already cleared out.

It has been so ridiculously dry. We haven’t even really gotten any rain. It is all so unusual. It felt more like winter and Christmas when we had the snow back before Halloween.

I’d be tempted to take this break in construction to go for a walk, but I don’t think my cough will cooperate. I don’t want to have to stop every few steps because I’m having a coughing fit.

I guess for now I’m going to have to stick with random ornament photos or photos I took earlier in the year but didn’t get around to posting for whatever reason.

Little Touch Of Last Year

It dawned on me the other day that this is the first year in at least a few that we have no leaves on our front maple tree when it was time to put up our holiday decorations. The last couple of years, we still had a lot of this going on making it incredibly hard to put any lights in that tree. This year, it is absolutely bare.

Yesterday, my motivation way outstripped my energy levels. I had fully intended to get the outside done completely, but I only managed about a quarter before my body wasn’t having it.

It is one of those odd things with my bronchitis that hits every once in a while. I’ll be feeling pretty much normal other than the occasional coughing fit and then out of nowhere, I feel week and have zero energy. I’m talking doing even the slightest thing feels hard and exhausting and I feel weak as a newborn kitten.

That feeling hit right about the time Hubby got all my bins upstairs and I’d started organizing stuff to put out. I pushed through enough to get my garland up and that was all I could do. My poor nutcrackers didn’t even make it upstairs yesterday.

Now I have to try and work on getting the rest out throughout this week in between working on all the stuff I’m making for Thanksgiving, which is interesting this year as I’m having to do two rounds. One for my FIL that we are taking out and dropping off with him on Wednesday. And one for us on the day of. Working out the logistics of splitting that meal up has been fun (NOT).

I’m hoping the low energy thing was just yesterday because I’d had a couple of nights of not sleeping well. I’d run low on my cough meds and couldn’t get it refilled right away so had to ration it out which left me coughing more than normal. Now that I’m back on schedule with my meds, I’m hoping the sleep gets back to normal along with my energy.

I have way too much I need and want to do this week for my energy to decide to take a vacation.

Tiny Rainbows In Fall Leaves

Covid test is done. I’d rather not have to do a repeat, but it wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t awesome, but it wasn’t horrible. Now I have to wait 24 hours for results.

I’d hoped to start the cough medicine and the antibiotics today and wait until I got my results tomorrow before starting the steroid, but when Hubby went to pick up my prescriptions, they were out of the cough meds (one of the most important pieces to getting this under control) and wouldn’t get more in until later today.

So, I’m still in wait mode and probably won’t be seeing any kind of relief for at least another day or two. Blech!

And my nose is still tingling and I feel like I need to sneeze, but can’t.

Can I just take a nap?

Golden Orange

My next stage in the craft room project is to get that space cleared out completely so it is ready to go for when the contractor starts.

This is one of those easier said than done projects because that means I have to find space to put everything. Space that still allows for the contractor to work, doesn’t block any access to our storage (I have to do all my holiday decorating around the time this is getting started, SO fun! Not) and, as I’ve been so clearly informed, I don’t block BG’s practice floor. A floor that takes up a considerable amount of space. Space I’m not allowed to use.

I have so far figured out where to put the majority of the larger pieces and have gotten them moved. All I have left is to empty out the two cabinets I have and get those moved. I’m not looking forward to those as they are both crammed full and are heavy and awkward to try and move.

Once I have all of that out of the space, I’m going to start drawing on the walls.

Okay, that isn’t going to be as fun as it sounds as I’m just going to try and draw the basic layout I have planned for my cabinets on the two existing walls so I can mark where I need my outlets and to make sure my layout is going to work the way I’ve gotten it drawn.

I’m hoping that exercise will also help me to plan out the finer details I need to work on the interior designs of those cabinets.

Just to give  you an idea of what I’m working with here, these are my before pictures.

Craft Room: Before #2
Craft Room: Before #2
Craft Room: Before #1
Craft Room: Before #1

The storage area stuff isn’t going to be dealt with until I’m pulling out the holiday decorations. Then I have to make sure that everything that is there is still under the stairs section so it can get enclosed. Every single thing else has to come out and I’m down to just the white and gray cabinets. And waiting for the contractor to start around Thanksgiving.

Baby steps of progress.

Seeing Color

This was going to just be my usual photo post, but it is apparently turning into a rant because WordPress has decided to be assholes and force us to use their shitty block editor.

I didn’t really need to relearn how to use WP this morning and I’m so not happy about it. I’ve managed to find most of the critical pieces, but not all of them. I did find the option to use classic mode. Guess what? It didn’t work.

Lovely. Today wasn’t supposed to be a grumpy day.

Brittle Winter Veins

PSA from a whiny, wimpy girl:

Whiny, wimpy girl cannot recommend attempting to repierce your own ears. Especially if you are whiny and wimpy, cannot handle pain (at least in odd areas that aren’t used to feeling pain) and may potentially faint in circumstances like getting your blood drawn.

No. Seriously. Just don’t.

Except, this whiny, wimpy girl is also an idiot and did just that yesterday.

Somehow, at some point, I must have scraped the inside of my earlobe and when I didn’t wear any earrings for an extended period of time, one of my holes closed to the point I couldn’t get an earring in. Over the last several months, after I realized this was an issue, I’ve tried to see if I could manage to get various different earrings in, but was never able to.

Idiot that I am, I really didn’t want to try and go somewhere and spend money to have someone poke that hole back open. I was also pissed that I have all these amazing earrings, many that I’ve made over the years, that I couldn’t wear. With MC’s scholarship ceremony (which was really cool, BTW), the ballet and a whole list of things coming up in the next month or two, I was determined to figure out exactly how closed off it really was.

I grabbed a pair of small studs that I’d be able to leave in for a while. In all my attempts, I’d never gotten the post to go much past the opening. Yesterday, when I tried, I had this immediate “pop” and that sucker was in farther than I’d been able to get it. It didn’t even really hurt much, though there was a little blood, which I was handling decently at the moment. I thought “Awesome! This is going to be easier than I thought!”

There was still some resistance past that point, so I pulled the earring back out, cleaned it up really well, coated it in alcohol and tried again. It would NOT go any farther. I twisted my earlobe to see what the backside was looking like and I could see that there really only was a small layer of skin to get through. No big deal right?

So wrong!

Did I mention I’m a whiny, wimpy baby when it comes to certain pains? And yes, I have been known to pass out getting my blood drawn.

I was now feeling a bit lightheaded after that little bit of blood and the longer it took to finish, the more my stupid brain focused on it and the worse I got. It didn’t help one bit that this tiny piece of skin was stubborn and I think holds about 95% of my entire body’s nerve endings, every single one of them telling my brain “This shit hurts!”

I’m in the bathroom off my kitchen having decided that right before the kids get home was the perfect time to do this. The pain and queasiness got so bad, I felt like I was either going to throw up or pass out, so I had to lay down on the floor. I’m laying there and imagining MC walking in from school and freaking out to find his mom half in and half out of the bathroom on the floor like an unmoving blob, so I forced myself to get back up not wanting to scar the kid for life.

Nothing I did got that paper thin layer to break. Each time I took the earring out to clean it and reposition it, I got queasier. My brain convincing me that breaking through that skin was going to create a gush of blood. I did get a little smarter at that point and started using some ice on the lobe to numb it up, but that only dulled it down a little.

The earring wasn’t doing the trick with a dull post end, so I got a pin and did the same thing. Cue even more pain. And still no break through. I resorted to putting pencil eraser against the back of my earlobe hoping to give it some leverage. This between breaks of me sitting on the toilet lid with my head between my legs trying to get the room to quit spinning while yelling at myself in my head for being an idiot of extreme proportions.

But apparently that didn’t help. I was still a frickin’ idiot. A stubborn and determined one because I WAS going to get to wear my earrings again, dammit! After more ice, a really numb earlobe, MC getting home and laughing is butt off at me then hightailing it to his room so he doesn’t have to see his mother lose her lunch, I manage to get the tip of the pin to finally break through. Yes!

Uh, okay. Nope. The skin is now broken, but it refuses to open up enough to let the post of the earring through. This starts another round of fighting off passing out or puking.

More ice, more wimpiness and lots of whiny whimpering later, I finally manage to get that damn earring all the way through, shockingly, with no more blood. So yes, I did what I set out to do, but damn! That was such a bad idea. I’m so lucky I didn’t actually pass out and crack my head open on the toilet.

It wasn’t until it was all over and I was still fighting of feeling queasy hours later that I realized that part of why it was so frickin’ hard to break through that layer of skin is because it was probably a thin layer of scar tissue.

So, no. I really, REALLY don’t recommend this method. Just go somewhere and have a professional do it. It is over in seconds, not nearly an hour. And if it hurts, you can blame their technique and not your own personal idiocy. But hey! I can now wear all those amazing earrings I have sitting around collecting some tarnish.