pshaw_raven: (Butter Lamp Offerings)
I'm putting most of this entry behind a cut, because it's full of angst and drama, and you might not want to have to deal with reading it right now. That's fine, and I'm not saying that in a passive-aggressive manner. But to give you a quick rundown in case you want to know what's up - I haven't talked a lot about my family here because I don't interact with them very much. I feel like I "ought" to be concerned and keep in touch with them and want to see them but I can't seem to find two fucks to rub together to start a fuckfire. It turns out this attitude is considered pretty normal for people who were adopted, as they don't often form strong attachments to anyone as babies. I was adopted by my maternal grandparents when I was born, as in they took me home from the hospital. I had never really concerned myself with "adopted kid problems" because I assumed since I was part of a kinship adoption and remained with my family, that stuff didn't apply to me.

Boy oh boy was I wrong about that. )

One of my least favorite holidays is coming up and I know it's far too much to ask, but I always hold out hope that people will quit setting fireworks off.

I also found a good workaround for my need to fidget with and worry at things made of soft silicone - I bought some of those silicone Enso rings. I can fidget with one of those to my heart's content. I have a rose-gold/copper one that, oddly enough, seems to blend in with my skin, and a glittery green/purple color called "dragon." I might get a thicker band for my thumb, as I've always liked wearing thumb rings. I just quit wearing rings of any type during the early days of Covid because they made handwashing annoying.
pshaw_raven: (Autumn Leaves)
It's supposed to be in the 50s on Sunday morning! HUZZAH. I feel so ground down by the heat. It's cooled off to a certain extent, I mean, we're in the 80s now instead of the 90s, but I could use a break.

One of the things I began doing with the new Leuchttrum1917 notebooks I bought is using one to transcribe my old reading journal. I've been keeping it since 1992, and as of today I'm up to 2004, doing one year each day so that I don't lose too much of my sanity. It's got an interesting but unexpected side effect - copying the books out, I can remember what I was doing each year as I was reading them. A few books I don't recall anything about, but mostly, I'm piecing together a pretty coherent picture of things, and I'd have sworn I'd simply forgotten it all. If you'd asked me previously, "What were you up to in the year 2001?" I'd probably have shrugged. No clue, man.

If you let me consult my reading journal, I see where I started discovering the furry fandom after reading a bunch of Brian Jacques' Redwall novels. That fall, I was driving into Slidell and Lakeside to do some freelance sign painting, and reading Michael Ende's The Night of Wishes, the same author as The Neverending Story. And so on like that - stuff keeps coming back to me. Not that my life is all that interesting, but I guess it's some comfort to know I haven't totally destroyed that many brain cells.

On a somewhat unrelated note, while I was out Monday, I saw a little political-size sign stuck next to the road in Middleburg that said something about "stop donating blood." I couldn't read the rest, since it was too small to see from across four lanes of traffic, and I kind of hope it's still there next time I'm out because I really want to know what kind of fuckery this is. Just Googling that phrase only turned up articles about why and when you should avoid donating blood. I know there are some people who don't believe in blood transfusions for religious reasons, but with all the other conspiracy stuff going on, I'm curious what this particular spin is.

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