autumn leaves drift by like angels
Quiet morning here. I'm dithering about going to a writers group this afternoon, as opposed to puttering about at home. The puttering about at home yesterday included some sortakindamaybe brooding, which was unproductive, so getting out seems like a good idea, even though I don't have any writing to bring with me. Other people will, though.
This summer has been complicated, between health and financial issues for the household, and some personal issues for me. A number of people from my past have interacted with me in various ways -- mostly good to neutral -- and I think that autumn is bringing some serious appraisal of what they've brought to my life, and whether even the good outweighs the potential for stress and negativity in some cases.
(I know: this is cryptic, vague, and incoherent, but some of it I'm not willing to discuss in a public post, and there's one person who will not ask for information directly, and I'm going to let them worry. Sometimes, I'm not as nice as I'd like to be -- and sometimes I enjoy not being nice, when someone else is trying to force my hand.)
Right now, Soren's leg is giving him a bit of trouble, but not nearly as much as it was earlier this week. He'll stay in today, and work on his music (he's pursuing everything he can from 1988); Jane has been replastering upstairs, in between watching movies and other arcane rituals; the cherry tomatoes are ripening at a rate of eight to ten a day now, which is lovely; and I should go out into sunlight.
This summer has been complicated, between health and financial issues for the household, and some personal issues for me. A number of people from my past have interacted with me in various ways -- mostly good to neutral -- and I think that autumn is bringing some serious appraisal of what they've brought to my life, and whether even the good outweighs the potential for stress and negativity in some cases.
(I know: this is cryptic, vague, and incoherent, but some of it I'm not willing to discuss in a public post, and there's one person who will not ask for information directly, and I'm going to let them worry. Sometimes, I'm not as nice as I'd like to be -- and sometimes I enjoy not being nice, when someone else is trying to force my hand.)
Right now, Soren's leg is giving him a bit of trouble, but not nearly as much as it was earlier this week. He'll stay in today, and work on his music (he's pursuing everything he can from 1988); Jane has been replastering upstairs, in between watching movies and other arcane rituals; the cherry tomatoes are ripening at a rate of eight to ten a day now, which is lovely; and I should go out into sunlight.