Adventures with Lapcat ... and mornings.
Apr. 5th, 2011 06:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
genlisaeBanjo is now fully recovered, which is awesome. What isn't awesome? She has decided she is now a lapcat and very pushy about the process if I disagree.
Entertainment ensued when I decided I wanted to paint the other day. The calico cat now has the added addition of Prussian blue spots to go with the black and orange and I can pretty much toss that canvas. Yay for staining paints! *sigh* (and others' resulting heart attacks as they go "Wait, isn't that the one with cyanide in the pigment?" It is by the way, but it is ferrocyanide and thus insoluble. I did not, nor would I poison the cat with pigments. *eyeroll* I pay attention. Even my cadmiums are the hues and non-toxic.)
Somehow, and don't ask me how because it is kind of like one of the signs of the apocalypse I am sure, I seem to have become a morning person. REALLY morning. I wake up, completely on my own at about 4 am every damn morning for the last several weeks. Even when I try staying up 'til 2 or 3!
Now while this is working really well for everyone else. They get breakfast waiting for them when they wake up (Yesterday? Baked 3 cheese omelets with red and green peppers, tomatoes, and sausage. I had a mocha. Today? Scrambled eggs, assorted fruit wedges and toast. I'm having a caramel latte ... WTF is wrong with me? I hate cooking and I am not even planning to eat it.) The birds are all getting their breakfast fresh chopped for them (The starlings, parrots and pheasants all pretty much eat whatever the fruit/veggie portion of the human meal is every morning) and waiting when they wake-up and the dogs are loving this whole outside to play as soon as they are awake thing ... I feel stupid.
Seriously. Not like I feel I am doing something stupid. I feel intellectually challenged. As if my brain is working at less than half capacity. Almost as if I haven't slept at all in several days when really I have been sleeping more than I usually do just not at the usual time. It is possible this is a left over from the not sleeping last week, except if I think about it I was doing it before then too.
I'm annoyed by this. I dislike being unproducive and yet my attempts to be productive (aside from the whole cooking thing which remains just damn weird) actually seem to be going in reverse. Go out to work in the greenhouse? Spend 20 minutes mixing the wrong soil mix. Start again only to do the same damn thing all over again. Try to write? End up with something garbled and unintelligible. AND I have saved over what I previously had that was okay.
And I have just noticed there is a blue spot on the ceiling. That paint went flying further than I realized. Somehow this amuses me. Of course I am also slightly puzzled by the blob of what appears to be glitter glue next to it ... I think my child and I need to have a chat.
Entertainment ensued when I decided I wanted to paint the other day. The calico cat now has the added addition of Prussian blue spots to go with the black and orange and I can pretty much toss that canvas. Yay for staining paints! *sigh* (and others' resulting heart attacks as they go "Wait, isn't that the one with cyanide in the pigment?" It is by the way, but it is ferrocyanide and thus insoluble. I did not, nor would I poison the cat with pigments. *eyeroll* I pay attention. Even my cadmiums are the hues and non-toxic.)
Somehow, and don't ask me how because it is kind of like one of the signs of the apocalypse I am sure, I seem to have become a morning person. REALLY morning. I wake up, completely on my own at about 4 am every damn morning for the last several weeks. Even when I try staying up 'til 2 or 3!
Now while this is working really well for everyone else. They get breakfast waiting for them when they wake up (Yesterday? Baked 3 cheese omelets with red and green peppers, tomatoes, and sausage. I had a mocha. Today? Scrambled eggs, assorted fruit wedges and toast. I'm having a caramel latte ... WTF is wrong with me? I hate cooking and I am not even planning to eat it.) The birds are all getting their breakfast fresh chopped for them (The starlings, parrots and pheasants all pretty much eat whatever the fruit/veggie portion of the human meal is every morning) and waiting when they wake-up and the dogs are loving this whole outside to play as soon as they are awake thing ... I feel stupid.
Seriously. Not like I feel I am doing something stupid. I feel intellectually challenged. As if my brain is working at less than half capacity. Almost as if I haven't slept at all in several days when really I have been sleeping more than I usually do just not at the usual time. It is possible this is a left over from the not sleeping last week, except if I think about it I was doing it before then too.
I'm annoyed by this. I dislike being unproducive and yet my attempts to be productive (aside from the whole cooking thing which remains just damn weird) actually seem to be going in reverse. Go out to work in the greenhouse? Spend 20 minutes mixing the wrong soil mix. Start again only to do the same damn thing all over again. Try to write? End up with something garbled and unintelligible. AND I have saved over what I previously had that was okay.
And I have just noticed there is a blue spot on the ceiling. That paint went flying further than I realized. Somehow this amuses me. Of course I am also slightly puzzled by the blob of what appears to be glitter glue next to it ... I think my child and I need to have a chat.
