brightlotusmoon: (Snow White Blood Red Dragon Witch)
Forgot this.

You know when the cerebral palsy complications, migraines, epilepsy, and fibromyalgia catch up all at once and knock you out at seven in the evening and you wake up at midnight because your husband experiences severe leg cramps which you help soothe, and then when you fall back asleep full of wild dreams, and you can't wake up until noon? Also, I still have Cerebral Palsy Spastic Arms and swollen fingers and a swollen knee and wrist pain and hip pain and TMJ and hay fever and a sore throat and rashes on my arms and chest.

And the downstairs room walls are sky blue, lavender and rose pink, deep orange, with plum trim. With paintings and artwork everywhere. The bursts and splashes of color really do invigorate. I think I shall nickname our townhouse The Paul-Capello Gallery.
This is why I love color cosmetics.

I am reading Erin Morgenstern's "The Night Circus." Ha ha, I already agree with Adam's theory about Bailey.

Also, I had a temperature of 99.6 which later moved down to 99.3, which are all fun numbers to write. Because, I don't know.

Also, it was mentioned that my house kind of looks like the My Little Pony colors, which is fine by me. My friend Charlotte, who has been helping Adam work, insists that I may have been subconsciously inspired by "My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic" while Adam and I were choosing paint samples. Except not really, probably, I don't know. He wanted pink in the kitchen, I wanted purple in the living room... I was not expecting the pink to be so pink. But color. Oh, so much color. The living room ceiling looks like the sky. The half bathroom is so orange, oh my gods. Even the cat litter closet is purple and pink. COLORS.
The handymen have put in some of the new cabinetry (honey brown, shaker style) and they will start in on setting down the new blue-gray slate vinyl sheet floor soon, and on Thursday, the new oven with the over the range microwave and the totally new dishwasher arrive. And then the charcoal living room carpet will be laid down, and then we will put the house back together, and oh my gods it will be so weird and fun.

I want chocolate ice cream.
brightlotusmoon: (Snow White Blood Red Dragon Witch)
Weird searches lead to weirder finds.

A link of Facebook leads to a funny article. A link near the funny article leads to another funny article. I found myself reading about all the films in which actor Sean Bean plays a character who dies. Hint: It's a lot.
And so I read one of the synopses, "Far North" - and the way the writer described it made me decide to search for it. It was based on a short story set in an anthology of "Dark Tales" in which the author retells folk tales with grim outlooks. But I wasn't sure what made "Far North" grim other than than Sean Bean's character freezes to death naked in the Arctic.
I read a few spoiler reviews on IMDB that explain that at the end of the film, the jealous older woman kills her adopted daughter, skins her face, and wears the skin during sex with Sean Bean's character, which he doesn't even realize until a few minutes into sex, which is presumably what leads him to be naked in the snow and dead. And then I had to find the short story, because holy shit what.
And then I found the entire story text reposted. Interestingly, the male character finds time to put all his clothes and snow shoes back on before running away.
http://bean-daily.livejournal.com/968345.html
Also, I... don't think facial skin works that way. Also, I get that the husband was all caught up and lustful and barely looked at her face during the sex, but still. No matter how smooth she made the skin, wouldn't it just not fit properly even with her pinning it? Maybe I'm just missing something about how to skin an animal skillfully.

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Also, the fish tank has been relocated upstairs to my work room, and other bits and pieces from the dining room are now upstairs. Before we know it, the room will be empty and ready for carpeting. Neat.
brightlotusmoon: (Snow White Blood Red Dragon Witch)
Feeling fucking horrid. Sipping Ensure until I can work in food again. Ah, well. That's fibromyalgia.
Adam, Charlotte, and Billy are downstairs working on dissembling as much of the dining room as possible so they can make it easy when the contractors arrive in May to lay down the new carpet. They know how I'm feeling. I wouldn't be much use in any case. I'm doing what I can upstairs to keep floors clean and things out of the way.

Currently reading random articles, including this one, which is very applicable to what I went through.

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Based upon her study of the pagan community in the United States, the sociologist Margot Adler noted that it is rare for Pagan groups to proselytize in order to gain new converts to their faiths. Instead, she argued that "in most cases", converts first become interested in the movement through "word of mouth, a discussion between friends, a lecture, a book, an article or a Web site." She went on to put forward the idea that this typically confirmed "some original, private experience, so that the most common experience of those who have named themselves pagan is something like 'I finally found a group that has the same religious perceptions I always had'." A practicing Wiccan herself, Adler used her own conversion to paganism as a case study, remarking that as a child she had taken a great interest in the gods and goddesses of ancient Greece, and had performed her own devised rituals in dedication to them. When she eventually came across the Wiccan religion many years later, she then found that it confirmed her earlier childhood experiences, and that "I never converted in the accepted sense. I simply accepted, reaffirmed, and extended a very old experience."

Folklorist Sabina Magliocco supported this idea, noting that a great many of those Californian Pagans whom she interviewed claimed that they had been greatly interested in mythology and folklore as children, imagining a world of "enchanted nature and magical transformations, filled with lords and ladies, witches and wizards, and humble but often wise peasants." Magliocco noted that it was this world which pagans "strive to re-create in some measure." Further support for Adler's idea came from American Wiccan priestess Judy Harrow, who noted that amongst her comrades, there was a feeling that "you don't become pagan, you discover that you always were." They have also been supported by Pagan studies scholar Graham Harvey.

Many pagans in North America encounter the movement through their involvement in other hobbies; particularly popular with U.S. Pagans are "golden age"-type pastimes such as the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA), Star Trek fandom, Doctor Who fandom and comic book fandom. Other manners in which many North American pagans have got involved with the movement are through political and/or ecological activism, such as "vegetarian groups, health food stores" or feminist university courses.

Adler went on to note that from those she interviewed and surveyed in the U.S., she could identify a number of common factors that led to people getting involved in Paganism: the beauty, vision and imagination that was found within their beliefs and rituals, a sense of intellectual satisfaction and personal growth that they imparted, their support for environmentalism and/or feminism, and a sense of freedom.
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brightlotusmoon: (Snow White Blood Red Dragon Witch)
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Adam is now home after putting in 176 hours in two weeks and we just had WATER DAMAGE because there is a leaking pipe in the downstairs hallway closet that contains, oh, the water heater and the A/C unit.
State Farm has been called. A plumber has been contacted and will call us soon.
Can't use the washer, can't flush a toilet, can't leave water on. Fuck.
Seriously, fuck all this. I'd love to blame the neighbors who spent the last two days chopping down a tree out in front across the sidewalk, y'know, maybe they struck a line or who the fuck know and oh my fucking gods I am graaaagh. Also it happened just as we had ordered food, and then we had to clean up all the water and we just now got to the food TWO HOURS LATER and I am TIMESTAMPING EVERYTHING for the insurance policy and FUCK A BUNCH OF THIS YOU GUYS I WANT TO RAGE.
My husband is starved, exhausted, has a gash on his leg, and just wants to rest, and he spent almost three hours mopping and sweeping and snaking and now every towel in the house is soaking and we can't wash them and we need a new mop head and I can barely eat my chicken parm sub and my cats' paws are wet and I want to cry.
Don't even joke at me. DON'T. I will break you if you even dare joke at this. Just pet me on the head, murmur comforting things, and hope a plumber comes soon.

Also? YES IT COULD BE WORSE. I FUCKING KNOW THAT. I am just tired and full of soaky wet hate.

Plumber will be here within the next half hour. WOO FUCKING YEAH. Roto Rooter, too. Never used them before. Plus, a specialized crew working with State Farm to dry us out completely, tonight AND tomorrow.
FUCK I AM RELIEF.
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Okay, calm now. Because, see, as we were sweeping around that leaked closet, I saw the yellow Water Meter Reading notice that had been hanging on the knob for days because I am too short to read the water meter. Which is in the closet. At which point, I began laughing. Then crying. Then openly weeping. Adam read the numbers, which I wrote on the notice. And I laugh-cried some more. And Adam took me in his arms and I shrieked, "And I haven't had a fucking hug in ten days until you came home" and he hugged me tighter and told me to breathe and then we held hands and meditated the fucking hell out of my breakdown, with Adam gently moving energy in and out until my body was flushed and I started twitching. And then I realized my nightly medications were two hours late. And now I am about to write up everything that happened so I have yet another timestamp record.
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About 6:30 or so, Adam came home. I had been in bed with a migraine, so he came upstairs with Luna in his arms, and they cuddled and purred with me for a while. We went downstairs and flumped on the couch with Jupiter and watched a series on UFO sightings. *shrug* Adam had just put his clothes in the washing machine. Adam said he was too tired to cook, and there was cash, so I got a menu and we ordered. That was around, oh, 7:15?
Around 7:30, as an episode was ending, we heard a rather fantastic splash. Rose came running into the living room, bounced on the couch, and came to us. She was soaking wet from belly to feet. Adam and I blinked at each other and went to the hallway and OH SHIT WATER AND DIRT EVERYWHERE AND IT'S GETTING IN THE CAT LITTER CLOSET AREA SHIT SHIT SHIT THAT IS AN INCH OF DIRTY WATER FUCK.
We grabbed every towel we could find, and the mop. This was around, um, 7:45? The delivery guy arrived, stared at the mess, I smiled and gave him a big tip, and took the food and put it in the kitchen - where it stayed. Adam realized it was that specific pipe, connected to the house's main line, yelled "shut off the washing machine NOW" and I mopped up more water. GAH.
And so, yeah, then we spent over an hour cleaning up, moving things around, cleaning out the entire cat litter closet (wood floor there) and putting the litter boxes in the living room. Then we took a small fan and left it to dry out the hallway. OH! Also, we had been squeezing the mop out in the toilet - and realized that if we flushed, water leaked AGAIN. So, if water went down any drain, that pipe would leak. Well, fuck. We called our friend Billy, who works for a disaster reconstruction company, and he recommended a plumber and an insurance claim. We called Burt, our agent, but since he wasn't available, we just called the main number. They were fucking awesome. They called a Service Master company for us that would come dry us out. We then looked up plumbers, saw Roto Rooter, said, "Sure, what the fuck" and they said they could be to us within two hours - DAMN STRAIGHT WOW. And then Service Master called, said THEY could be here within two hours. And that was all around 9:00 or 9:15. So we may still get to flush, shower, etc, tonight. Adam just duck-bathed with a basin full of hot water, alcohol, a sponge, and the last few clean towels. Poor guy. Oh gods I feel so bad for him. He did not deserve to come home and have the house fall apart like this.
***
We have put on Mr. Coffee for Mr. Roto Rooter Plumber. The price is lower than I'd thought. The guy is very sweet, and he shall be thorough.
It's going to be a long night...
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Also. Adam brought home REAL NEW YORK CITY BAGELS. I CRIED.

Also, Adam brought home two cans of 28 Black, which I have only ever found in New York City. I CRIED.

Also, Adam is the greatest man I have ever known and he loves me. He loves me. I still don't know why but he loves me. I'M CRYING.
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Well, the Tramadol and the Carisoprodol and the Clonazepam have kicked in. I am a puddle of not-stress and not-pain and OHM relief. And there is coffee with chocolate.
And THE WASHING MACHINE IS WORKING AGAIN I AM FULL OF ECSTATIC EUPHORIA. LET'S DO A DRUM CIRCLE.
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Okay now

Sep. 17th, 2006 06:24 pm
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Adam couldn't find a place to cash his paycheck, so he came home and got me, since I have more money in my account -- he'll give me some money on Tuesday. My leg still hurt, but I was happy to help. We went to Home Depot and couldn't find what we needed, so we drove to Lowe's. There, we found a 40-gallon gas water heater that would work very well, much better than our old 30-gallon. We bought pipes and accessories, and it was all still under my budget.
Unfortunately, Adam lost his cell phone between Home Depot and Lowe's. It is either in Home Depot or in a parking lot. When I called it, I got voicemail, which meant it had either turned itself off or was broken. He'll have to get a new one from his boss. Apologies if any of our friends have tried to call him and didn't get an answer.
When we came home, Billy and Charlotte were already there. Charlotte was cleaning the living room and it was nearly spotless.
Charlotte has even made a deal with me: If I pay for her cats' Frontline medications once a month, she will come to my home once a week and clean it as best she can, which will be very, very well. Fifty bucks per month for medication, in exchange for weekly housecleaning, is something I can do. Besides, she says, I'm her best friend and she wants to do something special for me that will lessen my stress. She doesn't want to see me become overwhelmed.

Sidenote/Footnote: Charlotte has a half-sister with epilepsy. While she doesn't often see Tanya, she has observed the woman's behavior enough to recognize certain signs and effects of having partial seizures. Tanya becomes overwhelmed to the point where she can lash out irrationally and become almost incapable of functioning normally. Charlotte tells me that she has seen the same things in me, except I'm better at actually getting past my brain's trappings to do what I need to do -- her sister is very maniupulative. Charlotte has observed that when I try to clean my house, I sometimes become oddly overwhelmed and start having simple partials, merely because I cannot process everything at once. She says that while most people have that problem, it seems to be very common with epileptics, who can often shut down. She has been showing me some tricks to help myself overcome those issues. I'm incredibly grateful.

Adam and Billy have successfully installed and hooked up the new heater. We now have hot water. I love handymen.

The sciatica pain has lessened to a dull pinching. It may not be as bad as it used to be. Stretching more often should help.

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