chocolatepot: The bodice of a woman, from a painting by Caravaggio (Caravaggio)
Ended a cold and immediately got hit with allergies! They went away for a couple of days when the mercury rocketed down but I was feeling them again today (very sunny morning) and took a pill in precaution.

Feeling very heartened by my garden coming back! The rhubarb has been unfurling leaves for a week now (no I did not use what I froze last fall), strawberry plants are still there, the fancy daffodils I put in in the fall are blooming and the fancy tulips are starting to come up, the phlox is spreading, the iris is growing, the peonies are peeking up through the dirt. I planted a pretty white bleeding heart last weekend before it got cold and it has survived, and I also turned over a massive amount of ground in a problem area of the lawn to plant flowers on. Not sure if I should plant seeds this weekend, when it'll be warm again - next week we're supposed to go back to cooler days and nights at or below freezing. But they're seeds, not seedlings ... Wish I had a little greenhouse where I could start seeds in flats.

I started sewing the TV "Country Blouse" but it's just kind of boring as a project. I never finished my wearable mockup vest either. I think right now I'm feeling a bit burned out because I have a bunch of deadlines for writing, as well as two undeadlined things I really ought to have done by now, and that kind of stuff tends to just sit on my head and make me not do anything at all. Executive dysfunction what? ADHD who?
chocolatepot: Edna St. Vincent Millay (Millay)
It was VERY nice out today, so I took the cats out in their harness (separately, I only have one harness). I was tired from just having walked downtown and back for boba, so for Bonnie I just sat in a chair and let her wander around me with a very "wtf, I want to go farther, why are you being like this?" air. Clyde was still very nervous, slinking around on his stomach along the foundation of the house, but then the mailman went up on the porch to deliver a package and he flipped out. Was terrified of me but still at the end of a leash, so he couldn't get away, and I was trying to pick him up to bring him back in and he was just losing his tiny mind. My arms are now all scratched up and I think I'm going to stop trying to make outside time a thing for him.

Also bought and planted a blue phlox and a pink iris for my side yard near the black walnut - they are supposed to be tolerant of the nastiness those trees put into the ground. But expensive.

I just finished tomorrow's ficlet for Domaystic and scheduled it to post on Tumblr in the morning, and I am so excited!!! Because it is Ed/Stede!!! And that is all I think about lately!!! I think I'm going to do a fourth watch-through of Our Flag Means Death. Yesterday's ficlet is here and is fic of Howl's Moving Castle.
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I've gotten rid of my thesis, and emailed my paper in to the Material Culture Review (though I need to send them a physical copy as well), and it's awesome. Mom and I are going to "From Close-Up To Afar", a thing on accurate costumes for costumed interpreters and less-accurate versions for tv held at Schuyler Mansion/Fort Crailo, which is at the same time as the reenactment at Siena we were going to go to, so my deadline for finishing my outfit is pushed back as well. Everything is going nicely.

Yesterday I did a ton of gardening. First of all, there were still a ton of tiger lily seedlings to be pulled out. Then we have a lot of very old tulips that don't bloom anymore, and I took out all the ones that don't have buds, which freed up more space. (Once the irises get taller and develop their own buds, I'm going to do the same to them.) Dad is draining the old gas tank as we use propane now, so when we went to the hardware store for plastic tubing I got some seeds - two of the packets can't be sown until late spring, but the larkspur is good for now. And I found some old bachelor's button seeds that are also for early spring. And then I divided what I think is the phlox and moved some to the mailbox, where it can spread out a bit. And then I started trimming dead wood off the blueberry bushes and lilacs, which led into cutting down 90% of the lilac shoots because I like lilac trees more than bushes. It looks so much cleaner even though I'm not done.

Yesterday I also applied for an internship at the Carpenter Museum in Rehoboth, MA, and I've found two others as well! One in Newport and one in Monterey (MA). There's also a job in Dundee, NY I'm considering.

So I thought my laptop battery was slowly dying, but lately it gains several percent on the full charge every day. (Ie, it was considering 55% full, and then it considered 58% full.)
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Woo gardening! I have taken it up. I think I couldn't get interested over the past six years because even thought home was very much Home Base for me, it didn't really feel like something I had a serious stake in as a place, you know? But now I'm here for the foreseeable future and I want to put all of this effort into making it nicer. And our garden has been completely choked with weeds (mainly grass and sheep sorrel) for years - there's mostly feverfew that we planted for my mom to turn into dried pills or something for her headaches (and which I might experiment with as bug repellant), and black-eyed susans, and they've kind of traveled around. And a big bunch of phlox. So far I've
trimmed all of the irises, pulling out quite a few of them while I was at it because they're old and don't produce flowers and/or aren't where I want them, weeded extensively, cut down the shoots around the dwarf crabapple tree, and divided the phlox (tried to, anyway, who knows if I've killed it or not). I just got back from Country Power Products, where I bought something little and white and a red and white impatiens.

cut for tale of gardening bug-style horror )

Anyway! In less freaky news, I'm writing again. I'm at an awkward point where I wouldn't call what I'm writing YA but also wouldn't call it adult, and I think not knowing exactly where I am is hobbling me. Blerg. I may just decide to be writing adult fiction about slightly younger people so I can shut up and stop thinking about it.

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