Holiday ch-- um,comfort
Dec. 17th, 2010 18:29![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillWhile I have nothing of substance to complain about (other than a lack of employment), the holidays just aren't being particularly joyful this year. Not bad, just not... yay.
I'm unhappy about the weather -- this 7-10 days of rain has stymied me on several fronts, most notably throwing my schedule for the Buckeye totally to hell. It's affected my mood somewhat as well, making me moody; I apologize to those who have had to cope with that. I did my best to carpe diem yesterday, using paintable silicone caulk to seal up the drafty old windows in my bedroom and the bathroom, along with replacing a couple of cracked panes. The difference in chill is dramatic, much more than I expected. Once the active rain has passed, I can paint the exposed wood and make them weathertight again. That's something off my list that had been there for years.
Meanwhile, though, I'm stuck twiddling my thumbs. If it clears just a little, I could spread mulch out there, but it needs to be dry for a few days for me to either paint or work on Greg's front yard. I have a deadline for the 31st for finishing the bike, and at this rate it looks like I'll blow right past it. Bugger.
I've compensated by doing things that make me happy. I've ventured into making candy truffles: lime, lemon, orange, a few chocolate ones, and I have some pomegranate juice for an experiment. I'm debating trying a few ginger or pineapple ones. I'm learning how to dip things in chocolate neatly (well, as neatly as possible). And while doing that, and fixing the windows (and prepping the Buckeye), I've been taking in classic Doctor Who in great gulps. I listened to audios of three Doctors yesterday, one written brilliantly, and I've watched through a half a season of Peter Davison TV episodes last night and today. I hadn't watched them in years, and damn, it's amazingly comforting (and comfortable) to see him in action. I know the stories, but I'd forgotten the details, so it's fun to see them again. I find I can smile, rather than cringe, at the occasional silliness/camp now. It is what it is, and it's part of a great warm fluffy blanket I can wrap around me and call home. That's kind of what I need this holiday.
Weather notwithstanding, I guess life is pretty good.
I'm unhappy about the weather -- this 7-10 days of rain has stymied me on several fronts, most notably throwing my schedule for the Buckeye totally to hell. It's affected my mood somewhat as well, making me moody; I apologize to those who have had to cope with that. I did my best to carpe diem yesterday, using paintable silicone caulk to seal up the drafty old windows in my bedroom and the bathroom, along with replacing a couple of cracked panes. The difference in chill is dramatic, much more than I expected. Once the active rain has passed, I can paint the exposed wood and make them weathertight again. That's something off my list that had been there for years.
Meanwhile, though, I'm stuck twiddling my thumbs. If it clears just a little, I could spread mulch out there, but it needs to be dry for a few days for me to either paint or work on Greg's front yard. I have a deadline for the 31st for finishing the bike, and at this rate it looks like I'll blow right past it. Bugger.
I've compensated by doing things that make me happy. I've ventured into making candy truffles: lime, lemon, orange, a few chocolate ones, and I have some pomegranate juice for an experiment. I'm debating trying a few ginger or pineapple ones. I'm learning how to dip things in chocolate neatly (well, as neatly as possible). And while doing that, and fixing the windows (and prepping the Buckeye), I've been taking in classic Doctor Who in great gulps. I listened to audios of three Doctors yesterday, one written brilliantly, and I've watched through a half a season of Peter Davison TV episodes last night and today. I hadn't watched them in years, and damn, it's amazingly comforting (and comfortable) to see him in action. I know the stories, but I'd forgotten the details, so it's fun to see them again. I find I can smile, rather than cringe, at the occasional silliness/camp now. It is what it is, and it's part of a great warm fluffy blanket I can wrap around me and call home. That's kind of what I need this holiday.
Weather notwithstanding, I guess life is pretty good.
