Shocked, I tell you

So I made it to the end of the month with about $5 to spare.  Not a shock given the vet bills we had to pay.*  I am still shocked when money doesn't spontaneously disappear out of our accounts.  Funny how the first time we've tried to keep a bank account since my Nanny left banking we can get it to work without an issue.

Ahem.

So writer's block sucks monkey balls.  I will finish Safe Harbor, I just have to get over the hump between the last big thing and the ending.  I need to put something in there.  I think I know what, but I need to write it.  And of course the next story wants to be born and The First Run wants attention and I think I can get around the slow bit in Percival's Dominatrix.  Girl of Mysterious Sorrow has gone dormant, but that's okay.  The Rams are sturdy, they will keep.

I had a revelation today.  There was a discussion going on on Reddit over why someone's mother/mother-in-law orders rich desserts she knows will aggravate her Diabetes and then badgers others into sharing them with her despite their health conditions.  My reply:

The woman who raised me did the exact same thing. From what I could tell it's as if they know what they're doing isn't good for them and they feel guilty. They can't handle feeling guilty themselves so they project that other people are judging them and that's where the feeling is coming from. But if they can get someone else to join in then the other people in the room have no business judging them because so-and-so is doing it too. And guilt magically becomes self-righteous indignation. This covers anything from eating something indulgent to gossiping to spending too much to treating someone like crap

Multiply that behavior times a fuck ton of binge days, add in a few health issues and you have my current weight.  She used to binge at restaurants all day Saturday at a minimum.  We're talking all three main meals plus at least two or three snacks.  30,000 kcal easily and I am not kidding.  But she's be furious if you didn't keep up with her, and that is why.  Even if you restrict to  1000 kcal during the week the math is still against you.

Ah well.  Someone on there put it quite well, even though a contractor fucked you up it's still your house.  You can be all kinds of pissed at the contractor, that's entirely understandable, but it's still up to you to fix things.  Your parents were contracted by society to help you build the best life and strongest body possible.  Said contractor fucked it up...

Okay, moving on.  I finished this:

That is the Round Rose Cushion done in Vanna's Choice in Silver Blue.  Everything else was bits of scraps.  I love that scrap for roses.  Finishing that has put me behind in my knitting again but since it's liable to be over 100°f tomorrow I might just bail on my class again.  If not it doesn't seem to matter anyway, it's kind of become a free-for-all.

Also, that problem that very nearly had me not-married?  Much improved.  Possibly in a way that's causing my writer's block but I would take a happy marriage over fast writing any day.
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On tap for the week:

Home project of the week - None. This week is already crazy.  I have my first PT appointment and two parties to attend.  I'll be happy keeping up with the everyday stuff.

Books of the week - Tinder Box by Anthony P. Hatch and Lake Woebegone Days by Garrison Keilor, because I read slow these days.

Crochet of the week - Not sure yet. I'll get back to you.

Knitting of the week - The Building Blocks Blanket is ongoing

Sewing of the week - I've started on the Stitchers Stocking again. Still insanely slow going.

Writing of the week - Safe Harbor At least one chapter will go up this week. Maybe two. and I'll likely start noodling on the new one to try to get my brain going.

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*Without going in to detail I am not ready to delve into without crying one of our fur babies went to the Rainbow Bridge in May.  I'll tell that one when I can.