It started snowing yesterday and it hasn't stopped snowing.  So far we've had 9 inches and it's supposed to snow all day.  The weather forecasters called for 10-20 cm, but I didn't believe them.  I was wrong.  So far I've cancelled lunch with a friend and bookclub has been rebooked to next month.  I took Heidi to the dog park but the snow was so deep, over my boots, that I did less than half of my normal walk, but I got the same amount of exercise.

I worked yesterday, my last shift as a nurse.  I went in for a four hour shift and realized, it was time to stop.  I emailed my manager with my resignation and about five minutes later she came into reception and said, "You're just going to email me!".  And then she hugged me.  It feels weird but it's not part of my life anymore.  My life has changed and I'm good with the changes.  Retirement was hard to get used to, but I like it now.  I'm busy and enjoy it.  I'll miss my patients but I won't miss watching them get sicker as they die.  I'll miss my friends/coworkers, but I am making new friends.  I'll keep up with the young nurses as best I can.  We're going to have a BBQ in the summer, so I'll get to see some of them then.  It's not like it's a huge department, only six full-time nurses, and one of them lives three blocks from me.  Change is hard but change can be good too.

I've planted zinnias in my kitchen under the grow lights (the candystripe variety that Mary Moon had last summer).  Today I'm also going to plant some dianthus, while I ignore the weather outside.  I also have a romaine lettuce growing under the grow lights, in an effort to avoid buying lettuce from the US in the winter.  Spring will come, it always does.

I'm trying so hard to ignore the news but it's hard.  The fuckery continues.  I listened to Riley Black on CBC yesterday, who has written a book about plants and mass extinctions, "When The Earth Was Green: Plants, Animals, and Evolution's Greatest Romance".  I learned a lot about the evolution of plants but what surprised me the most was that she still has hope, because as she pointed out, the earth had already survived five mass extinctions of plants and animals, and will survive another.  Of course, whether we do or not, is up for debate, but the earth will survive.

The European Union has advised people to stockpile supplies, just in case.  Last week we lost power for about 45 minutes, not long, but it was frustrating and made me think about Ukraine.  I ordered a crank/solar powered radio that same day.  It's the most versatile little radio I've ever seen.  It has a USB port and a port to charge your cell phone, an ultrasonic dog whistle, a flashlight, a radio, and can tune into nearby weather stations.  The only thing it can't do is open cans:)

It's hard not knowing what the future will bring.  I never did know what the future would bring, but when I was younger, I thought I knew.  Now I'm older and realize I have no idea what the world will look like in ten years.  How prolific will Fascism be?  How many wars will have started? 

I will still try to be kind and help others.  I will speak up, but I'm not going to be nasty about it.  It's way to easy to be a nasty troll when you're on social media.  I don't want to be that person.  I want to be better.  

I've done something to my clavicle, or to be more exact, my sternoclavicular joint.  I saw the doc this morning and will have it x-rayed, just not today, tomorrow, because there was an hour long wait today and I'm not that patient, especially at lunchtime.

We seem to be coming to the end of our covid here, thankfully.  Now we're just down to the coughing and the fatigue.  Poor Jack has had it the worst though because his milk still tastes funny and he won't drink it.  That boy loves his milk and it's a "fucking crisis" for him.  He didn't say that, another kid did, but it's apt.

I still have dishes from last night to wash up and then dog walks.  It's supposed to rain/snow for the next couple of days so I want to get out and get some fresh air.

I'm still waiting to find out when my condo will be fixed, post flood, so that I can sell it.  Nobody seems in a hurry whatsoever which is frustrating.  It needs some ceiling replaced and some taping, mudding, and painting to the bathroom, bedroom, and living room walls.  More than I can do.

Things I'm thankful for today.

No offence to my American friends, but I am so thankful I don't live in the US.

Roomba.

Peace and quiet.

Dog walks.

Hugs from the big guy, and the little guy.

My washer and dryer.

Time.

Public health care.

Noticing my triggers with Jack, and realizing that's what they are.

A very good night's sleep.

A very comfortable (new) bed.

What are you thankful for today?

The photography course is paying off, it gets me outside and taking photos again.  Of course it helps that spring is here too.  These little chickadees are so tame that they will eat right our of your hand.

All of us are continuing to drag our butts around, nobody really sick anymore, but nobody feeling great either.  I think we had Covid again.  I thought we were just sick but then Jack said everything tasted funny, and now he can't really taste anything.  None of us had much in the the way of fevers, just low grade fevers, but we all were very congested and coughed up a lot of crud from our lungs.  The worst was the fatigue.  It's been a long two weeks but we're on the mend.

Nothing but bad news out of the US, Ukraine, and Gaza.  Putin seems to enjoy moving trump around like a puppet.  I suppose it would be funny if so many lives weren't at stake.  Poor trump believes himself to be such a master negoitator, while Putin just runs circles around him.  Both elon and trump are in way over their heads and really don't seem to understand the seriousness of the situation.  Or maybe they just want more money and don't give a flying fuck about anything else.  They seem to be looting the country, or at least making a divestment.  When it's political, it's usually called a coup, but these morons only want the money it seems.

I try not to think about it, but of course it's everywhere.  

Mostly I feel "meh".

I found/stole a good joke, that is short enough for me to remember and isn't dirty, a work joke as it were.

Charlie and his golden eyes.  He's such a sweet dog, afraid of almost everything but so sweet.  He weighs 65 pounds and he's a afraid of everything:)

It's been a long week already.  I'm still not feeling 100% and I'm coughing up lots of crud, so that's fun.  Jack's been having a hard time too, two major meltdowns in one week, screaming and crying kind of meltdowns.  The last meltdown lasted 45 minutes.  He hasn't been like this for a long time, so I asked his aunt if his mom had been telling him crap.  Turns out she hasn't, which is really good.  She misses him and he misses her, which is really good.  

Jack also said that he wished he was in heaven which felt like a knife to the heart, but it turns out he and his aunt were talking about grandpa in heaven.  She told Jack that it's a magical place where grandpa can do whatever he wants, so the both of us are guessing that's where the wish he could go to heaven is all about and not death.  That was a relief.

She also said that last time Jack visited his mom he hung onto her for five mintues saying goodbye, to me that means he misses her.  So yesterday when I picked him up from daycare, I asked Jack if he would like to spend more time with mama and he said yes.  He's old enough to have input now and he can also tell us if things are going wrong.  We'll start out with one night for six months, and see how things go.

I also told Jack's aunt that I want to know if Gracie is attending AA, if she is sober, and if she is on any medications.  I'm sure Gracie will see this as none of my business, but it is my business because I'm a guardian.  If I was sick, I would let Gracie and her mom know.  If things changed in our household, I would let them know.  Whether we like it or not, we're stuck together as an ersatz family.

Hubby has agreed with the plan going forward, and I feel better about it too.  I have no desire to stop Jack and Gracie being together, but we need to keep Jack safe too.  Jack seems happier knowing he'll see his mom more.  

I went to my pottery class yesterday and glazed most of my creations.  The pot below is my new orchid pot and when it's fired, the glaze will be blue, with another colour around the upper edge which I can't remember.  I found the glazing to be stressful again, even though I knew what to expect.  It feels like blind painting, or maybe colourblind painting.  I knew a bit more this time though, and I tried some different things which stressed me out.  I let it go.  Pottery is organic and mistakes are incorporated into the piece.  Wabi-sabi.  It's good practice for me, the letting go.

 

I made a little candle holder with a bee on it and honeycombs. I'll fill it with beeswax and have a candle.  It looks terrible right now but it's supposed to turn out a golden brown.  Fingers crossed.  As you can see, the glaze looks reddish and when it drips on the floor, it looks like blood (I'm a nurse and one of the other ladies is a nurse/paramedic).  It has iron oxide in the glaze, which is what makes it look like blood, and the iron acts as a flux (which promotes the formation of glass in the glaze).  Glaze also contains silica which makes the clay and the glaze, hard and strong.  Who knew?

As I type, I start to feel better.  I've written two posts in the last couple of days which were sad.  But writing this stuff out, it gives me hope.  

I printed up this prayer for myself, to remind myself that not only am I imperfect, but that I can forgive myself and others, for being imperfect.

I bought another orchid last weekend, couldn't resist the pink flowers and it was cheap.  We've all been sick this past week with nasty bug, lots of congestion, coughing, and generally feeling like shit.  My husband was the last to catch it and came home from work sick yesterday.  Jack is of course all better now and full of energy.  We handed out his birthday invitations at daycare this morning and I'm sure he'll be overstimulated for the next month, thinking about and planning his birthday party.  Fun.

It's snowing today and we're supposed to get 10-20 cm.  It's not terribly cold out, so I can still walk the dogs and enjoy the snow falling.  As I sit here typing, I just saw a huge flock of Bohemian Waxwings swirling about.  The Canadian geese have made an appearance which means spring is truly on its way.

I ended up getting lost in old photos on my computer.  I chose the best of Jack and will have them printed off, for his photo album.  Yes, I still have an old school photo album because I like turning the pages, and it will be something for him when he's grown, and my computer files have all disappeared.

I found this old photo of me and my first dog. I would have been ten or eleven at most.  

I was going to write more about the manosphere, something I just learned about today, but I'm tired of sitting at my computer now.  Have a good day everyone.

One of the bowls I made in pottery class, glazed and done.  I'm using it as a fruit bowl on my kitchen island.  It turned out better than I expected.

And below is the first soap dish that I made.  The second was an improvement, but that hasn't been glazed yet.

I'm not feeling 100% today.  No fever, but my body hurts and I'm congested.  I've had a sore right shoulder and neck for the past month and it's not getting better.  I've been putting heat packs on it, stretching, and taking advil but it's not going away.  I even had a massage and that didn't help either.  I should probably see a physio but it seems like too much effort to make an appointment and go there right now.  Maybe tomorrow.

Last week I bought some shelves for my front window, so that I have more room for plants.  The cat is too old now to bother with my plants and Heidi doesn't need her crate anymore because she's stopped chewing things.  When we got rid of the crate, I realized I could move the couch and have room for shelves.  Yay.

Back in January I bought myself a new bed frame and headboard and it was finally delivered last week.  On the weekend, hubby and I put it together and I no longer need the crappy old boxspring.  We brought it downstairs and Jack proceeded to make a fort out of it.  I told him that he could have the fort for four days, because I can only take so much disruption in my life sadly.

He loved making his fort more than actually spending time in it.  Today it comes down.

I'm too tired to deal with the general fuckery today.  Suffice it to say that the fuckery continues.

 

My pottery instructor was sick one day and was upset because she felt that we had not gotten to make as much as we might have made.  She decided to send us home with some clay, to make things, and bring them back for glazing.  I'm trying to make a dish for our cat, with some success.  The bowl she has now has a chip in it and I've been wanting to replace it, and now I can.  I'm finding that it's harder than I thought to work with clay at home, messy and I don't have a roller to roll out the clay nice and evenly, but it's also nice because I have more time to fuss with things, like a crack, or something I don't quite like.  I am enjoying it though and I'm making time for it which is important for me.  There is always housework to do, but I'm ignoring it and working on my pottery.  It's not like the housework is going to go anywhere.  It'll still be there when I'm done.

However, the dogs still need walking.  I had my first photography course on Wednesday evening, not Tuesday evening as I had said.  It was good.  I did have some envy because easily half of the ten particpants were travelling and wanted to brush up on their skills before going on a safari, or to Scotland, one woman had just gotten back from Antarctica.  Sigh.  The course was very good and I still have three more classes before it's over.

I took my camera with me when I went walking at the park yesterday, to practice with ISO mostly.  I'm pretty good with apertures.  I need to work on shutter speeds as well.  Baby steps.

I received this photo of Katie from one of her caregivers this morning.  They're at the zoo and Katie is obviously enjoying herself.  The sun is shining on her and she looks relaxed.

I'm feeling better finally.  The general fuckery was hard to get used to, but like most things, humans learn to accomodate.  We adapt, and fortunately my poor brain can still do that.  I'm thankful and I'm most thankful I still have my sense of humour.

I couldn't sleep last night, couldn't write, couldn't put a paragraph together, couldn't not think about the general fuckery in the world.  I know I am lucky.  I don't live in Ukraine or Gaza, my home is not being bombed or reduced to rubble and I am very thankful for that.  But I do live in a country that borders on the US which is now being run by ignorant monsters, and it worries me.  

Canada is small, population wise.  We make up 0.5% of the world's population and come in 37th in the world for population.  The US is the 3rd largest country in the world, by population.  We are small and and as a result, our economy is small.  This morning 25% tariffs on all Canadian goods (except oil, that's only 10%) were instituted by the US.  Overnight our friend and ally, our major trading partner, has turned on us, in an effort it seems, to destroy our economy.  trump will destroy his own economy in the process but is sadly too stupid to understand that.  And the people running the show, the billionaires, we need to call them what they really are, oligarchs, will not really be affected by any of this, except maybe to pick up more businesses at rock bottom, going out of business prices.

There is little I can do about this.  I can and will boycott American made and produced products as much as possible, but as you can see by the numbers, Canada is only a small blip in the grand scheme of things.  There are a lot of things we don't manufacture here, why would we, when the US produces them, but Canadians are banding together to find locally made and Canadian made products.  

But enough about trump and his twats.

I start a photography course this evening, my husband bought it for my Christmas gift.  I'm quite nervous about it because it's the technical side of photography which I know virtually nothing about.  I have to look at my camera manual for god's sake!  For those of you who don't know, I have ADHD and manuals and me just have a hard time.  Nursing school was no different for me.  I learn best by watching and doing, so I'm hoping for a lot of that, plus I'll ask lots of questions (Mary I'm looking at you).  Once the first class is over, I'm sure I'll feel better.  I'll have a better understanding of what's expected of me.  The unknown is always scary.  See above.

I'm hard at work in my pottery classes.  We have two more classes for making things, and then the last two classes are for glazing.  I'm going to take the same class again for the spring session.  We have such a lovely, young instructor.  She's kind, encouraging, and full of ideas.  I made my second slab vase yesterday and it was so much easier and better looking than the first one I made.  Improvement is satisfying.  The women in the class are lovely and encouraging too, and we talk which I love.

I've been stress cleaning which is good, at least the house will be clean.  When I can't control anything else in the world, my bathroom will be clean.  I'm also off to Ikea to buy a shelving unit for my front window.  Heidi no longer needs to be crated (she used to chew everything but has stopped) and I have more room in the living room which means the couch doesn't have to be up against the window and I can put some plants there.  Plants make me happy and I need some more happy right now.  

The world is too distressing right now.

Oak leaf caught in ice.

 Fungi of some sort.

Heidi at the dog park.

That's all I got.