wispfox

Doing pottery in town every second day is *definitely* too much.

It's entirely possible we'll get a light frost tomorrow night.

The kids homeschool group is going to use the pottery studio-- they have a coordinator who does pottery and has used the studio previously (before my group reopened it) and I'll do the firing, she'll do teaching and cleanup. She was worried we wouldn't want the kids in there; I didn't consult any of the other members when I said we'd be delighted, and if she stuck to school hours it wouldn't disturb anyone much. It gives me so many warm fuzzies to think of some kid coming to it like I did, in school, and then being able to return to it throughout their lives. They'll pay a use fee for wear and tear and heat etc, and then the standard kiln fees. And it won't need me except for the firing, which is perfect because I'm overextended as-is.

The apples are so heavy on the trees they look like weeping varieties. Normally the geese wander around eating the low apples, so the branches don't come down as far, but the geese are in back now. This is the time of year I start craving my apples; there is something so special about a fresh-picked apple after most of the year without. It's a good crop this year; rain has helped and I've kept the dog and freelance goose water under them, so the bowls get dumped daily on their roots and then refilled for the animals.

The light outside has gone buttery yellow as the season progresses and the sun stays lower.

I'll need to turn on the heat or start fires on and off soon.

I still wake up everyday and think in wonder and disbelief, "I'm alive!" Possibly in part it's because I'm so tired the night before that it doesn't feel survivable, partly because I still believe in bonus time. It's implied I should be more worried about my future, and indeed some days I am, but.

A friend has been diverting themself by doing some of my geneology. Unbeknownst to me, the side of my family I thought was German/Irish is actually a little bit of German/Irish with a TON of deeply colonial American people with deeply colonial American old names. That's the side of my family I'm still connected to, so it's very weird to see how wrong I was about it. Meanwhile the Hungarian side, which I've never been connected to socially or familially except by blood and birth certificate, is indeed as Hungarian as I expected. Information on the Jewish side is pending (I have three sides of the family because my biodad and my stepdad both count in various ways). I've got a bunch of feelings about this. Those are very deep American roots, and although I've always felt connected to my American parts I just hadn't realized it came from somewhere. And of course, these days, it's... extra complicated.

Started the MCAS over the counter drug protocol because that's something I can do without my doctor's help. They say that after two weeks you know if it'll help or not. My mind feels more comfortable, and my body less distant, despite taking tremendous amounts of antihistamines which should theoretically make me sleep all the time. This is day two or something, so I'll report back.

Even through the antihistamines the weird week-old bumpy and occasionally oozing thing on the side of my face is itching. Luckily I have a drs apptment coming up (with a random doctor) and I can ask about skin cancer. As a very fair-skinned person who's spent a lot of workdays in the sun and who's moderately allergic to sunscreen (I did wear a headscarf!) I know I need to keep an eye out.

Nibling has had his first vaccinations. It's a big relief, I wasn't sure where that brother stood on it.