Daily Photo: November 21 - 28

Sunday, November 21

I love my husband. I love my house. I love my friends. I love my little community of fellow weirdos and nerds. I love my life? Man, that feels weird to say, and there’s a looooot of caveats that go with that statement, but, like, yeah. I guess I love my life. I love my life. And my cat.

Monday, November 22

Mixing up Lemony Snicket’s plant food. It’s one scoop of this stuff that looks like sawdust combined with one gallon of water. She’s got some yellow spots on her leaves and I feel like I’ve let her down :(

Tuesday, November 24

It is a couple years overdue, but I finally re-potted Hillary and her offspring (all named Chelsea). I’ve never done this before??? I didn’t even watch a YouTube tutorial first, I just went in like a wrecking ball. I hope she survives. I’m sorry if I’ve killed you, Hillary :(

Wednesday, November 25

I laid out the next six pages Space Camp and it’s… like. Guys? I think it’s good? Or, at least, I feel good working on it. To get this project started in the first place, I was posting each chunk of pages as I made them. Now I’m up to my notes on Day Two in Space Camp, and I’m laying out the entire day as one chapter, and I think… I think I’m gunna update in full chapters moving forward. I think it’ll provide a better reading experience and it’ll also let me craft the flow of the story a little more intentionally. I hope? Man. I’m finally making this comic. It feels good. It feels good.

Thursday, November 26

Behind that chair is my flower pressing station, which is to say: its my stack of heavy books that comes higher than my knee. Every time I have a new pocketful of fall leaves or Lemony’s white blossoms to add, I have to move the chair (which we bought in clearance, because it has some light damage from its time as the store’s floor model), lift off just the top half of the book tower (because more than that is too heavy for me to safely lift), lift off the bottom half of the pile, and then open up the remaining book at the bottom to find a vacant spot between its pages to insert two more pieces of paper (with the date written on one) and sandwich my new little plant specimen between them. Then I scoot the book back into place against the wall, hoist the bottom half of the books back on top of it (the books are arranged by size, so the ones on the bottom half are the largest), lift the top half of the books on top of that (the top half are the smaller books), pick up the chair to put it back in place, and conclude by arranging the little carpet-protecting disks under its front wheeled legs. It’s a bit of an ordeal and I do it one to several times a week. I actually filled up the bottom-most book with leaves last month- there’s no space left to cram more- and I’ve added a second leaf-pressing book on top of it now, which is already getting packed up full with nature’s cast-offs. This dos not include the other handful of books in my studio that are stuffed with pressings. What am I even going to do with all these dried-out, flat leaves and petals? I don’t know. I started pocketing pretty fall leaves as a Mindfulness exercise suggested while I was an outpatient in 2019 and here we are three years later, I’m a 38-year-old mentally ill woman who fills up books full of leaves.

Friday, November 27

Another camera mis-fire as I was awkwardly maneuvering my phone to take a picture of Tig without jostling her while she was sleeping in my lap as I worked at my desk. Here is the picture I did eventually get:

She’s not a big lap cat, so these infrequent blessings need to be cherished.

Saturday, November 28

I want to take classes. I want to travel. I want to visit friends. I want to make new friends. I want to study. I want to practice. I want to support. I want to help. I want to give and I want to take and I want to make and I want to share. I want I want I want. Tig wants me to take off her leash so she can run free through the yard like she used to do. Sorry, sweetie, that’s not in the cards for you.