I’ve been watching way too much television lately. It’s not like there’s much else to do while trying to keep my toddler entertained and simultaneously avoid watching the news. So, instead of listening to people telling me exactly in what ways we are completely doomed, I’ve been compensating by watching Disney shows. I started on “The Owl House” today, and really like it so far. I’m only three episodes in, as that was all I could manage before my son got restless and we switched over to “Tayo, The Little Bus”, which is much more his speed. But I like “The Owl House” so far. Honestly, just hearing Alex Hirsch channeling Bill again when he voices King makes me extremely happy.
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Not What He Seems
I ended up rewatching a bunch of Gravity Falls episodes the other day. They were on, I love the show, and my son liked the music enough that he tolerated it without pitching a fit. Every time I watch that show, it makes me happy. And Mabel telling Stan “I trust you” as she floats in front of the portal still brings tears to my eyes.
Also, I kind of want to cosplay as Giffany now. I’m definitely adding that one to the list.
Bored
Today has dragged on in the kind of way all the days have been dragging on recently. I’ve been equal parts watching my son and working from home, and now I’m starting on a bad headache. Hopefully that will pass.
I spent a little time today writing, just for the sake of my own sanity. I went back to a short story I had started on a while ago and left unfinished. I still like it, but I think it may be getting into “far longer than a short story” territory. Not that that’s a bad thing. It’ll just take me longer to actually finish it. Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, just getting to spend some time in a make-believe world is helping me feel a little better.
Sunny Shiba
For Shiba Sunday, I present a picture of Mari chasing the last of the afternoon sunbeams. She had to go upstairs just to get this one. The cat showed some interest in taking it over, but Mari was not having it.
Never Too Late For Pi(e)
I planned to do this post last weekend when it was actually Pi Day. But courtesy of some really nasty food poisoning last weekend, I didn’t even want to think about pie, let alone make one. Since we’re stuck in some kind and of time loop where we’re not supposed to go outside, I figure my baking adventure can just stave off boredom instead.
I wanted to bake a pie, and figured this would be a great opportunity to try out the official Supernatural cookbook I have. I decided on the Scarecrow Apple Pie, mostly because I’ve made apple pie before, vaguely know how it’s supposed to turn out, and figured that might help me not screw it up.
I won’t go through every step of the recipe, but I’ll hit the highlights. It involved cutting up a bunch of apples, sauteing them with some seasoning, then filling a pie crust with them.
The only time I had to improvise was when I realized that the recipe called for lemon juice, and I had none. I got creative and used what I had.
I made the pie crust too, since I hate myself, and used the recipe from the Supernatural cookbook. Admittedly, I have made (and messed up) a lot of pie crusts, and this one turned out very well.
I had some help while I was baking too. Mari had no idea what I was doing, but she wanted to be involved.
I also got a little fancy with the crust. At first I was just going to do a lattice, which is complex enough, but I had extra dough, and couldn’t resist a chance to add an anti-possession symbol to the crust.
And there we have it. A pie that Dean Winchester would (hopefully) be proud of. At some point, I’ll do some more recipes from this cookbook, and see how those go.
Ice Cream Time
I won’t go into all the reasons why today was… not great, but it was not. All those fun indoor activities I had planned did not work out, and instead of cheering myself up today, I’ve ended up in a worse mood than ever.
So, today became a good day for ice cream. I’ll just pretend that this sundae in a cup was not actually my dinner.
Nothing Doing
This whole week has been insanely boring. I’ve been working from home, but that is incredibly difficult when all of my home distractions are available, and I’d rather be doing any one of those things than working. The incessant worry isn’t helping with my focus either.
But, I’m going to try to cheer up. I don’t have to work tommorow, so I’ve got some fun indoor activities planned for myself. Hopefully that will take my mind off of things.
Confusing the Pets
My cat and dog don’t really understand why I’m home. The dog doesn’t really care. She’s just spent most of the day ignoring me and sleeping, same as she usually does. The cat, on the other hand, has been extremely interested in what I’m doing in the house. She’s spent most of the day following me around, then trying to strategically lay on me when she has the opportunity. I think she’s going to be even more confused tomorrow.
The Sun Through the Clouds
It was overcast and gloomy when I took my dog outside in the yard this evening. She needed to do her business and I needed to get out of the house for ten minutes and stop watching the god damned news about how the universe is slowly burning down around us all. While I was standing outside, urging her to pee and trying to keep calm, the clouds parted for half a second. The sky stayed dark, but the ground around me and everything I could see in front of me lit up.
I think it was what I needed to see when I was panicking and afraid. That even when the storm is here, and the sky is dark, there is still light. There is still good. It will be okay.
End Times
Why not go get washed up for the orgy?
-End-Verse Castiel
So, apparently the world is going to hell in a hand basket. I’m trying not to freak out, because really, we’ll all get through this, and for my family specifically, it’s only going to suck for a little while. No one in my immediate household is in a high risk group, and the family I have who are in high risk groups are self isolating, so we should all be okay.
But just because the rational part of my mind knows we’ll get through personally doesn’t mean I’m not worried. I’m worried for everyone less fortunate then I am, and worried for what the world will look like after.
But I’m trying to stay positive. I’ve been rewatching old episodes of Supernatural, because some those cheer me up. I’m going to try to just be happy here and take this one day at a time.