Good morning, world. Happy Thursday. Continuing with the tradition this week, it’s sunny and chilly-ish outside. The temps will go up to a comfortable level of heat this afternoon. I should do some laundry, but I probably won’t, at least not today. I’ll continue to complain about it not being warm enough to sit on the patio and paint.
I have a sketch ready to paint. My executive dysfunction is hitting me really fucking hard this week and instead of going out and painting, I bought a new paint palette that won’t be here until Saturday. Mentally, my brain is telling me I can’t do anything painty until the new palette comes in. Mind you, I have a palette. It has paint on it. But it’s a big, ugly, pain in the ass and I don’t like it.
However, it’s been nice enough for me to play outside with the poi, so I can’t complain too much. It’s only an hour or so, at the most, but it’s been part of my routine for the year I’ve been here. And since I’ve pretty much abandoned working out entirely, I need to have something to get my ass out of the chair at least once a day.
I’m mostly back to the routine of drilling a few moves over and over. I’m still working on wrist wraps; I’d say they’re a bit more consistent but still not what I would call learned. At the same time, I’m practicing crossers. Crossers are really still in baby stages, and really inconsistent.
I’m doing the spin-thing in an un-elevated state this week. I filled out a job application the other day where they asked for dates and times for interviews this week. I hate talking on the phone, adding my vape to the mix would make it an absolute nightmare for me.
We’re going out today. Mom has a doctor’s appointment. The office is pretty inconsistent about getting appointments in on time. I usually go in the room with her because I tend to remember what meds she’s been on over the years. I’m not sure what this appointment is even for; they can’t/won’t do anything else for her. Last month, the “appointment” was 10 minutes of complaining about her regular doctor’s office dropping the ball on setting up her referral to a neurologist. Now that Mom has had her initial phone consultation with the neuro, I’m not sure what sort of “followup” the pain clinic is expecting.
In good news, I believe we’re having burgers tonight.
Now I want a big ole cheeseburger, yum
Having to live with people who hate flavor or can’t eat anything other than meat and potato, I live for burger night.
In your honour, I had burgers last night. Just frozen Pattie’s but pretty ok.