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Feb. 5th, 2014 12:35 pmToday I unfucked a couple corners, picked some books up off the floor, did some vacuuming, laundered some of the stuff from the sofa. I had to disassemble a cushion because a cat puked on it. Good thing microfiber is washable. The roomba friend is helping me clean.
I made a half dozen smoothie freezer packs of blackberries, orange, coconut and spinach. They are pretty good. Right now I'm having orange, strawberry, spinach and coconut.
The news about the Chinese moon rover Jade Rabbit made me cry all morning. I know it is dumb. I have a terrible, terrible habit of anthropomorphic identification of things, especially robots. It doesn't help that the Rover has a twitter and sent some messages. Something is wrong with its hibernation feature during the moon night so it might not wake back up and it just seems so sad.
Right now I'm reading a really interesting fanfic about Loki & Thor and the stages of grief. (Also time travel and madness and murder.) So there's the model of five stages - denial, bargaining, anger, depression, acceptance. I found myself considering my own reaction to my father's death. There was really no opportunity for denial, not after being in his apartment. I had no moment of bargaining either. For a long time there was a weird blankness, and only then some anger. Lately I think the anger is fading into depression.
I just want it to be over.
I made a half dozen smoothie freezer packs of blackberries, orange, coconut and spinach. They are pretty good. Right now I'm having orange, strawberry, spinach and coconut.
The news about the Chinese moon rover Jade Rabbit made me cry all morning. I know it is dumb. I have a terrible, terrible habit of anthropomorphic identification of things, especially robots. It doesn't help that the Rover has a twitter and sent some messages. Something is wrong with its hibernation feature during the moon night so it might not wake back up and it just seems so sad.
Right now I'm reading a really interesting fanfic about Loki & Thor and the stages of grief. (Also time travel and madness and murder.) So there's the model of five stages - denial, bargaining, anger, depression, acceptance. I found myself considering my own reaction to my father's death. There was really no opportunity for denial, not after being in his apartment. I had no moment of bargaining either. For a long time there was a weird blankness, and only then some anger. Lately I think the anger is fading into depression.
I just want it to be over.