Friday 8 January 2021

 Such a weird day. Almost pleasant, if it wasn't a sick day.

It is so rare for me to have migraines - I think this is the third one in my entire life. I thought it was a sinus inflammation at first, but then none of the painkillers took and I started getting all vomity, walking around with a plastic bag. I couldn't really sleep, I just sort of drooled into a pillow for most of the day. Really really weird feeling. Mum asked if my tummy aches from not eating and all the pills (as four is about 3.5 more than I usually take if the pain gets ghastly.) and I muttered it's so low on my list right now, I wouldn't even notice. 

Consequently, now that it's evening and I am feeling a little better, my brain just won't start. There is virtually nothing I can do, as I have zero concentration to speak of. Reading or watching a movie is out of the question, editing, writing, drawing, even answering correspondence from my clients. Luckily, today is not an important day and can be easily missed. Still, I had plans, simple plans, pouring gold, making some swatches, promoting some new wee palettes ... The furthest I got was watching a video on whatever happened to Balin after Hobbit. 

Brexit is annoying me, I miss Book Depository and Jackson's. I hate having money on my 'fun spending' account and having nothing to spend it on. Although Josie discovered a German company much like Jackson's and we should probably test that one. Although, what I really desperately need are new slippers. I have worn mine to literally flakes. I keep leaving bits around the house. If there was a way to order the exact same pair, I would have ordered two. Alas. Handmade, damnit :D

Did I tell you about a pretty day G and I spent trying to light a fire in the wet forest? It's snowing and melting and raining and freezing and snowing and thawing almost every day: everything is so wet, even the dry things are moist. The lesson was how to light a fire in the least favourable conditions. In theory, he and I are super ninja survivalist scouts. We watch A LOT of YouTube on the subject :D 

Now, any cucumber can get a fire going on a pretty sunny dry day. I can do it without the spark stick thingie even. But this time we took the spark stick thingie and a knife with us, and set to find some favourable kindle. There are no bitches in our forest, so G cut off a dry pine branch at the trunk, where turpentine settles the most, and he cut some shavings - onto a makeshift dry spot first, later I found an old stump and managed to pull off a large tray of dry-ish surface. Of course snow kept falling on us from the trees, getting everything wet again. 

Nothing worked. Nothing. We shaved the spark thingie and you could see how it WANTS to ignite, but nothing was dry enough. Sappy bark, needles, dead branches, nothing. I tried to dry them in my pocket, in my hand - and they did DRY, but not to igniting mod. The furthest we got was perhaps a few seconds of flame. After an hour we gave up and decided to cheat a little, tearing up an old kleenex, which, again, started to burn a little, but then just stopped. Ultimately we just decided to see if at all today is a fire-making day, we rubbed hand-sanitising gel onto an old paper crossword from the bottom of my bag and set THAT on fire - and it burnt up, leaving the bark and the pine needles and the branch shaving a little black, untouched. 


The lesson here, kids, is: always carry the damn kindle box with you. There is nothing as moist as a winter forest after a week of rain and snow. 

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