So, really, I don't ever update my blog. But that's Ok, because I've filled my time with other things.
I recently moved, and have probably 82 projects I want to do as a result. Its a house built in the 20's if I had to guess. It has cool exposed wood beams. The heaters creak when they turn on at night. I'm growing fond of the noises an old house makes. There is hot water, finally. We had to paint because the former tenants painted the place like assholes. Our bedroom once had a green, yellow and blue prism painted in the corner. It was the kind of thing that if I was hung over enough, I might actually look up at and puke.
Lucky for me, I have a break coming up from work. I can do things like paint our kitchen the perfect shade of mint green, set up a drawing table for when Olyver goes to sleep and I'm feeling like drawing, and maybe actually getting my Etsy shop back up (that's my plan for now). Because I didn't take a normal maternity leave, I'm eligible for taking one anytime before my son turns 1 in December. I'm taking two weeks off to get a few of these things done, and we're going to visit Gerrad's parents in Texas. I'm trying to convince him we NEED to buy a longhorn skull while we are there visiting. I've decided I need more taxidermy in my life.
It's raining for the first time in 80 days. For Seattle we had the most beautiful summer. I love October, fall is my favorite season for sure. I really need to spend a day out photographing all the trees. I drive past a graveyard everyday to get to work, and it's surrounded by the largest trees imaginable that are just starting to turn colors. It will look awesome when it snows. I'm so glad to be living where there are actual seasons again.
I'm scared of keeping Oly warm enough. He loves to be outside; going on a walk to the park, around the neighborhood, to the tea shop has become a daily thing for us after I get home from work. Now days are growing darker and the nights colder.
I feel like on my break I need to go to a good show, I'm due for drunken night or four. Nothing beats walking home at night when you know it's cold but you can't feel anything except the way you feel. I don't know if that makes sense but I miss those nights. I saw Russian Circles a few months ago. I miss abrasive music on a regular basis. My solution is I need to invest in a record player with nothing but grindcore and sludge-y metal records, and T. Rex's “The Slider” for good measure. (That's my plan for now too I guess). At least my son will have great taste in music.
I am tired, sleep sounds like a good alternative to continuing the most pointless blog everrrrrr . G'night.