things, post, etc
Jun. 3rd, 2022 10:25 amIt's raining, yay, it'll cool down some in here. Either the building interior traps heat in an impressive fashion, or the heaters in the hallways are always running. Regardless the building tends towards being warmer than I like.
It's raining, boo, cloudygrey skies make it harder for me to get moving.
Meterological summer is not my favourite season. At least I have the cooling robot for when it gets bad.
I have returned from Beach Week, which continued to be alright, via a brief detour through a hotel near Dulles with djinn, which was better than alright. I have definitely missed the beach itself, which surprises me. I went down to look at the ocean most days, and it felt ...calming? Right? Familiar. Waves running away over my feet, digging post-holes in the sand. Tiny sandcrabs seen only by the bubbles they leave behind, sandpipers and seagulls and pelicans and even a couple of dolphins. Warm air and cold water that quickly becomes just "water" of no particular temperature. (Though the one time I did go in for a bit the chill certainly affected my lungs.) And watching the waves roll in and back, hearing the crash, constant and same but somehow not boring or repetitive.
When I lived in DC I used to go to the beach twice a year: Beach Week just before summer hit, and then camping at Assateague in mid-September. I guess it was good for me after all.
And it was good to just spend some time being in the same space as djinn, who I haven't seen since the plague. I need time to myself but there's also a peace that comes with sitting close to someone, reading or organising or talking, casually (ha) touching.
Thanks to plague (etc) I've been more isolated here than I ever was in Fort (bar a couple of weeks when Erin was unavailable). Gonna have to do something about that.
Corvaric is still slowly coming together. My nice wood bedframe snapped the weekend before I left for the beach, so I replaced it with a simple steel frame with no headboard. Meanwhile the frame is taking up some of my limited space in the bedroom. Need to figure out what I'm doing with that. And also get a nicer bed for myself. I dislike not having a headboard for mostly aesthetic reasons, but also because I enjoy propping myself up to read a bit before sleep and that just feels awkward without a headboard.
In general the place feels cramped. I first noticed it the morning I got back and was rummaging in the kitchen for breakfast, and now I'm feeling it even in the living room. Bah. There are, probably, some things I can do to make it more palatable but I do not think it's a permanent solution. Which I was pretty sure of going in but it's one thing to think that and quite another to live it.
The crampedness has, I think, been having a negative effect on my mental state. I think it's exacerbating the 'tired' that comes from lengthy travel (Sunday I was technically traveling from 8:30AM to 4:30AM thanks to timezones and stupid flights) and slightly-too-warm. I'm feeling better today, like I might be able to accomplish something.
But I am definitely well behind on the original plan. Perhaps I will be settled in by July. I guess we'll see.
It's raining, boo, cloudygrey skies make it harder for me to get moving.
Meterological summer is not my favourite season. At least I have the cooling robot for when it gets bad.
I have returned from Beach Week, which continued to be alright, via a brief detour through a hotel near Dulles with djinn, which was better than alright. I have definitely missed the beach itself, which surprises me. I went down to look at the ocean most days, and it felt ...calming? Right? Familiar. Waves running away over my feet, digging post-holes in the sand. Tiny sandcrabs seen only by the bubbles they leave behind, sandpipers and seagulls and pelicans and even a couple of dolphins. Warm air and cold water that quickly becomes just "water" of no particular temperature. (Though the one time I did go in for a bit the chill certainly affected my lungs.) And watching the waves roll in and back, hearing the crash, constant and same but somehow not boring or repetitive.
When I lived in DC I used to go to the beach twice a year: Beach Week just before summer hit, and then camping at Assateague in mid-September. I guess it was good for me after all.
And it was good to just spend some time being in the same space as djinn, who I haven't seen since the plague. I need time to myself but there's also a peace that comes with sitting close to someone, reading or organising or talking, casually (ha) touching.
Thanks to plague (etc) I've been more isolated here than I ever was in Fort (bar a couple of weeks when Erin was unavailable). Gonna have to do something about that.
Corvaric is still slowly coming together. My nice wood bedframe snapped the weekend before I left for the beach, so I replaced it with a simple steel frame with no headboard. Meanwhile the frame is taking up some of my limited space in the bedroom. Need to figure out what I'm doing with that. And also get a nicer bed for myself. I dislike not having a headboard for mostly aesthetic reasons, but also because I enjoy propping myself up to read a bit before sleep and that just feels awkward without a headboard.
In general the place feels cramped. I first noticed it the morning I got back and was rummaging in the kitchen for breakfast, and now I'm feeling it even in the living room. Bah. There are, probably, some things I can do to make it more palatable but I do not think it's a permanent solution. Which I was pretty sure of going in but it's one thing to think that and quite another to live it.
The crampedness has, I think, been having a negative effect on my mental state. I think it's exacerbating the 'tired' that comes from lengthy travel (Sunday I was technically traveling from 8:30AM to 4:30AM thanks to timezones and stupid flights) and slightly-too-warm. I'm feeling better today, like I might be able to accomplish something.
But I am definitely well behind on the original plan. Perhaps I will be settled in by July. I guess we'll see.