I've had two days of unplanned and unexpected events. I'm coping with it remarkably well. I'm not a fan of having things thrust upon me in this way, but as it is all nice things being flung, I'm trying to take it in my stride. As of yesterday I am off to a festival on Friday. I would normally allow myself at least a month to get my head around being away from home for that length of time. I'm feeling quite stressed about it, but also looking forward to it. Though of course it does put some added pressure on me in terms of my (imaginary) study schedule. There are a lot of bands playing that I have never seen live, which makes a change. Because I usually stick to the same festivals, the same bands seem to return time and time again, with only the headlining acts differing. Even those acts seem to repeat on a three or four year cycle. Iggy and the Stooges are playing - wow! The Bluetones are also there, and Imelda May. I haven't seen any of those live before. I watched Iggy Pop playing at the Isle of Wight festival last night (on the TV) and he was fantastic. My mother is having some sort of festival withdrawal at the moment and so is having pretend ones at home. She came yesterday to pop in to say hi and inspire me to get on with my study. She brought with her a hat stand, a chocolate bar, some Pimm's and some wild strawberries as gifts. After the Pimm's she asked to have a look at this festival online. My mother doesn't have TV or internet. So we looked it up, and she asked if I'd like to go. Now, usually I give an immediate 'no' to any suggestion that I wasn't expecting, but one of my new things is trying to think before I do it. I miss out on some really fun stuff because all I think about is how stressful it might be, or that I don't want to do something with a certain person. So on a whim I said yes. When I said yes, I didn't realise it was on Friday. That's very, very soon. I needed a drink then. I suggested going out for a sausage sandwich (yes, I am officially obsessed with them). I washed that down with a few glasses of wine. Then we came home, and I invited her to stay the night. So we went back out. Then from midnight 'til about 3am we had one of her 'at home' festivals. It basically involves watching Glastonbury on the TV and eating nachos, and drinking, a lot. At some point I went on facebook and 'liked' a bunch of people's status' that I wouldn't normally think worthy of one of my rarely handed out thumbs up. And clearly, sometime after that, went to bed. Slept amazingly, well assuming it can be called sleeping; I think possibly I was a little less conscious than I usually am when I'm asleep. I slept straight through 'til 11am. That almost never happens to me. Oddly I woke this morning feeling more tired than usual. There again, I have been awake for several days, give or take the odd few hours kip. I made everyone breakfasts and tidied up all the drunken mess, and at 2 o'clock realised that it was Saturday, and that I had missed my S3 tutorial. Gutted. There are only 3 tutorials for the whole course. So I was very cross with myself. In fact, my study efforts have once again been shameful. Yesterday in fairness I did do quite a bit before my mother arrived, but today has so far been a total write-off, and of course missing the tutorial is a real annoyance. This afternoon my mother bought me another sausage sandwich to say thanks, and just now my sausage sandwich friend text me to ask if I was going out tonight. Much as I love them, I don't think I'll manage two in one day. Incidentally my mother brought me a hat stand because it was something I had asked for, not because she was being entirely random.
I wasn't going to go out tonight, but I think I will now. I text him back to say no, and he replied saying he has today and tomorrow off. That's unusual for the care home he works in, so tonight is a rare opportunity for him to fully relax. So I think I'll text back and say I've changed my mind. I'm sure I can't do any more harm to my body than I did last night. It was a lot of fun. It's important to have fun.
I love being at home on my own. I can do whatever I like without getting quizzical looks. Apart from the ones I get from the cats. I sometimes wonder if they were people in a past life and still have people minds, but stuck in a cats body because they did something bad. As soon as that thought enters my head I have to shut them out of the room, if they're staring at me and I'm doing something daft. How stupid to get embarrassed infront of a cat. But there it is. Today I have a plate of asparagus and a jar of mustard. It's an adult version of the sherbert dip.
My mother gave me a card to say congratulations for passing the various courses. It says on the front 'Hangovers are the wrath of grapes'. Quite funny in itself, but then inside she's written '...except in your case where they give you perfect OU results'. Inaccurate in the use of the word perfect, but funny that my normally prudent mother has accepted me writing important assignments under the influence of alcohol. How times change.
Read some interesting stuff on gooseberries. They are hard to grow organically because of sawfly attacks. Apparently, on the farm that grows our gooseberries, for the first three years the bushes were stripped bare by sawfly. No gooseberries. But now it is 8 years later, and they say that a mystery predator keeps the larvae in check. That's cool. I love to hear of nature sorting itself out, especially when we don't know how it's done it.
I'm obviously in the mood for endless waffle today so I think I ought to stop writing this. I'll send some poor unsuspecting friend an almighty e-mail instead. The length of some of my e-mails is another example of the ridiculous things I do without being particularly aware that I'm doing it, until it's too late. And by then I don't want to delete any of it, because I've put so much time into it. Much how I feel about this blog entry.
Strange how things pan out sometimes
I've had two days of unplanned and unexpected events. I'm coping with it remarkably well. I'm not a fan of having things thrust upon me in this way, but as it is all nice things being flung, I'm trying to take it in my stride. As of yesterday I am off to a festival on Friday. I would normally allow myself at least a month to get my head around being away from home for that length of time. I'm feeling quite stressed about it, but also looking forward to it. Though of course it does put some added pressure on me in terms of my (imaginary) study schedule. There are a lot of bands playing that I have never seen live, which makes a change. Because I usually stick to the same festivals, the same bands seem to return time and time again, with only the headlining acts differing. Even those acts seem to repeat on a three or four year cycle. Iggy and the Stooges are playing - wow! The Bluetones are also there, and Imelda May. I haven't seen any of those live before. I watched Iggy Pop playing at the Isle of Wight festival last night (on the TV) and he was fantastic. My mother is having some sort of festival withdrawal at the moment and so is having pretend ones at home. She came yesterday to pop in to say hi and inspire me to get on with my study. She brought with her a hat stand, a chocolate bar, some Pimm's and some wild strawberries as gifts. After the Pimm's she asked to have a look at this festival online. My mother doesn't have TV or internet. So we looked it up, and she asked if I'd like to go. Now, usually I give an immediate 'no' to any suggestion that I wasn't expecting, but one of my new things is trying to think before I do it. I miss out on some really fun stuff because all I think about is how stressful it might be, or that I don't want to do something with a certain person. So on a whim I said yes. When I said yes, I didn't realise it was on Friday. That's very, very soon. I needed a drink then. I suggested going out for a sausage sandwich (yes, I am officially obsessed with them). I washed that down with a few glasses of wine. Then we came home, and I invited her to stay the night. So we went back out. Then from midnight 'til about 3am we had one of her 'at home' festivals. It basically involves watching Glastonbury on the TV and eating nachos, and drinking, a lot. At some point I went on facebook and 'liked' a bunch of people's status' that I wouldn't normally think worthy of one of my rarely handed out thumbs up. And clearly, sometime after that, went to bed. Slept amazingly, well assuming it can be called sleeping; I think possibly I was a little less conscious than I usually am when I'm asleep. I slept straight through 'til 11am. That almost never happens to me. Oddly I woke this morning feeling more tired than usual. There again, I have been awake for several days, give or take the odd few hours kip. I made everyone breakfasts and tidied up all the drunken mess, and at 2 o'clock realised that it was Saturday, and that I had missed my S3 tutorial. Gutted. There are only 3 tutorials for the whole course. So I was very cross with myself. In fact, my study efforts have once again been shameful. Yesterday in fairness I did do quite a bit before my mother arrived, but today has so far been a total write-off, and of course missing the tutorial is a real annoyance. This afternoon my mother bought me another sausage sandwich to say thanks, and just now my sausage sandwich friend text me to ask if I was going out tonight. Much as I love them, I don't think I'll manage two in one day. Incidentally my mother brought me a hat stand because it was something I had asked for, not because she was being entirely random.
I wasn't going to go out tonight, but I think I will now. I text him back to say no, and he replied saying he has today and tomorrow off. That's unusual for the care home he works in, so tonight is a rare opportunity for him to fully relax. So I think I'll text back and say I've changed my mind. I'm sure I can't do any more harm to my body than I did last night. It was a lot of fun. It's important to have fun.
I love being at home on my own. I can do whatever I like without getting quizzical looks. Apart from the ones I get from the cats. I sometimes wonder if they were people in a past life and still have people minds, but stuck in a cats body because they did something bad. As soon as that thought enters my head I have to shut them out of the room, if they're staring at me and I'm doing something daft. How stupid to get embarrassed infront of a cat. But there it is. Today I have a plate of asparagus and a jar of mustard. It's an adult version of the sherbert dip.
My mother gave me a card to say congratulations for passing the various courses. It says on the front 'Hangovers are the wrath of grapes'. Quite funny in itself, but then inside she's written '...except in your case where they give you perfect OU results'. Inaccurate in the use of the word perfect, but funny that my normally prudent mother has accepted me writing important assignments under the influence of alcohol. How times change.
Read some interesting stuff on gooseberries. They are hard to grow organically because of sawfly attacks. Apparently, on the farm that grows our gooseberries, for the first three years the bushes were stripped bare by sawfly. No gooseberries. But now it is 8 years later, and they say that a mystery predator keeps the larvae in check. That's cool. I love to hear of nature sorting itself out, especially when we don't know how it's done it.
I'm obviously in the mood for endless waffle today so I think I ought to stop writing this. I'll send some poor unsuspecting friend an almighty e-mail instead. The length of some of my e-mails is another example of the ridiculous things I do without being particularly aware that I'm doing it, until it's too late. And by then I don't want to delete any of it, because I've put so much time into it. Much how I feel about this blog entry.