Goodness me, where does the time go?!
May. 28th, 2026 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glassy_witchQuite aside from the whole how-on-earth-is-it-2026-anyway, I can hardly believe we are staring into the gaping maw of June already. I had all the very best intentions of writing some things, maybe do some little stories, or some glass educational type bits and bobs but...clearly I failed at that massively. And the worst part is, I genuinely cannot tell you why I failed to have the time - I just don't KNOW!
The world has continued to stumble around like a drunk neighbour crashing your family gathering being both entirely unnecessary, deeply unpleasant, and making you wonder if they will actually feel any shame about it later. The amount of people frothing at the mouth about groups of people they don't know but have decided they hate (or worse, they might well know some of them but be unaware of that fact), and people with obscene amounts of money doing their best to try and impose THEIR viewpoint on others, all the while claiming some sort of imaginary victimisation. In short, it's all quite weird and I am not particularly keen.
Instead of dealing with any of that nonsense, I have been...playing with my sheep, making glass things, playing a LOT of Crimson Desert and occasionally marvelling at how I can possibly be so *old*. Thyroid is still being an absolute pain in the....well, neck, I guess, what with the absolute mess it has been making of my eyes. Very annoying, although it *appears* to have stopped actively trying to kill me. I mean, admittedly, it's also entirely under the cosh from the drugs being used to suppress it into 2035, but details details.
The sheep are continuing to be absolutely adorably fluffy goofballs, although Jingle clearly managed to land on his head again and remove his other horn. Seriously, I do not know why that sheep is quite so accident prone. Not quite on a level with Charlie (thankfully) but even so.
I am just sitting here babbling away because I feel like I really ought to have something meaningful and so on to say, but as it is...even if I did, I doubt the world in general would be terribly interested. The world out there is continuing to be a shit, in general terms, and I honestly didn't think we would have regressed from the 80s. But here we are, with the likes of Farage and Joanne Rowling leading the charge downhill into the mire. I am going to sit here on my little rock, watching all this, and reaching out a hand where I can to pull people to safety. If we just wait these people out, then I am sure things will improve. Instead, I shall look to the decent people in life. The David Attenboroughs and so on, who truly are the best of us and hold no hate in their hearts. Those are my role models. Not those who preach division and bile.
June's arrival means THAT anniversary is coming round again. Nineteen years since Chloe and Zak were murdered, and seven years since their mother, my sister, left us because pancreatic cancer decided to get in on the act. It's an odd thing, that both events still feel like they both only just happened. Now, I have a surviving niece of 19, and nephew of 22. I don't understand entirely how those two kids can possibly be (legally at least) adults now, but here we are. There's so much I wish I could get them to just...understand, taken straight from my brain and injected into theirs, so they wouldn't have to go through that whole learning it business...but I suppose that's probably what parents often feel about their offspring too.
Well, I'll be off now to go back into my shed and make butterflies and rainbows.
The world has continued to stumble around like a drunk neighbour crashing your family gathering being both entirely unnecessary, deeply unpleasant, and making you wonder if they will actually feel any shame about it later. The amount of people frothing at the mouth about groups of people they don't know but have decided they hate (or worse, they might well know some of them but be unaware of that fact), and people with obscene amounts of money doing their best to try and impose THEIR viewpoint on others, all the while claiming some sort of imaginary victimisation. In short, it's all quite weird and I am not particularly keen.
Instead of dealing with any of that nonsense, I have been...playing with my sheep, making glass things, playing a LOT of Crimson Desert and occasionally marvelling at how I can possibly be so *old*. Thyroid is still being an absolute pain in the....well, neck, I guess, what with the absolute mess it has been making of my eyes. Very annoying, although it *appears* to have stopped actively trying to kill me. I mean, admittedly, it's also entirely under the cosh from the drugs being used to suppress it into 2035, but details details.
The sheep are continuing to be absolutely adorably fluffy goofballs, although Jingle clearly managed to land on his head again and remove his other horn. Seriously, I do not know why that sheep is quite so accident prone. Not quite on a level with Charlie (thankfully) but even so.
I am just sitting here babbling away because I feel like I really ought to have something meaningful and so on to say, but as it is...even if I did, I doubt the world in general would be terribly interested. The world out there is continuing to be a shit, in general terms, and I honestly didn't think we would have regressed from the 80s. But here we are, with the likes of Farage and Joanne Rowling leading the charge downhill into the mire. I am going to sit here on my little rock, watching all this, and reaching out a hand where I can to pull people to safety. If we just wait these people out, then I am sure things will improve. Instead, I shall look to the decent people in life. The David Attenboroughs and so on, who truly are the best of us and hold no hate in their hearts. Those are my role models. Not those who preach division and bile.
June's arrival means THAT anniversary is coming round again. Nineteen years since Chloe and Zak were murdered, and seven years since their mother, my sister, left us because pancreatic cancer decided to get in on the act. It's an odd thing, that both events still feel like they both only just happened. Now, I have a surviving niece of 19, and nephew of 22. I don't understand entirely how those two kids can possibly be (legally at least) adults now, but here we are. There's so much I wish I could get them to just...understand, taken straight from my brain and injected into theirs, so they wouldn't have to go through that whole learning it business...but I suppose that's probably what parents often feel about their offspring too.
Well, I'll be off now to go back into my shed and make butterflies and rainbows.