Normals

I wanted to write about the holidays and the culling and normal people, but I'm tired and bored and horny, so I'll probably go watch some porn and nap instead, at least until G comes back home after midnight …

In short .. The holidays  are a rocky affair – either entirely non-event days pass in between, of nothing but eating oatmeal and drinking water to get your stomach going properly again, or massively eventful days of meeting 20 people whom you're to be emotionally involved with and soooo much food. I got mainly books and frying pans as prezzies this year, with some delights thrown in to spice up the mix. Drej cleared out her entire makeup suitcase and gave it all to me – I re-arranged everything in my make-up basket – for future photoshoots, obviously – and now have 3 pounds of make up more :DThat is a fuckload of make-up for a person who doesn't use any :D

Such an abundance of meat and sweets I am more vegetarian and diabetic than ever. But, slowly, surely, we devour it all.

Tuesday was the culling. Culling is my least favourite word in English language (verisimilitude being my fav). I cannot think about the murder, because that would undo me, but the family gathering at a farm and everyone having something to do, that's the wonderful bit. It was ridiculously windy as the weather changed and Starbark was ecstatic, other than that it was dangerous, difficult work and in the end the satisfaction another season on a farm has gone by well. We also got lots of honey from G's dad, sublime product, and I learnt how to tie my boots so as to be easily put on and off and still safe and comfy to walk in.

Today was another easy day, playing Warcraft, some sketching, and some taking pickies in the mall. I got to sit down in mixed company with small kids, shared some burgers (and beer in their case), saw my teen nephew being all grown up as a waiter, and tried desperately to have small conversations with Normals, a feat I continue to be abysmal at. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to speak without saying anything at all? It's impossible. The one person I was able to communicate with wonderfully told me all kinds of curious things about biology and zoology and a book about a lady doctor who mixed practices between humans and animals to a great result – treating horses for postpartum depression and heart surgery in exotic animals  so on.

Now we're taking. 

They gave me a bottle of a cool rosé. I'm wondering if I know a single person who is partial to a good rosé...