Almost there!

Okay, so I’ve almost transferred all my files and folders from the dying laptop to my new lunchbox Mac. Yay.

I’ve installed Minecraft - essential!

And now I’m trying to find where the save games are so I can get on with the MathMagician Adventure Map.

Alas, things have changed and I can’t find the bugger.

I know it’s in ~/Library/Application Support… but I can’t remember where I go after that.

I can has help from the Minecraft Boffins?

More progress pix on my adventure map.

Slowly making my way back to the part where I was starting to desperately need math from Mayhem’s teacher. I haven’t taken any of these pix recently, ‘cause I’m still working on the sewer level a week later 9_9

It’s really complicated to make a sewer level! I’m still working out where to put all the dispensers and whether I should make another random signal generator or where to put it. Gah.

The lengths I go to for scatological humour.

More on the sewer, next post.

One more kilo

Including the standard daily wobble, I’m losing roughly a kilo a week. That’s progress of a sort. I did have an alarming jump of more than a kilo upwards, but I’m back down again.

Not by the kilo and a bit I gained, of course.

Weight is easier to gain than drop. Everyone should know that.

The slow diet is working. Exercise, chia and determination help.

Of course, since I am being good at my diet, I’m battling depression. Diets lead to depression, the same way that eating releases endorphins. I have to push through it.

Easy to say. Hard to do.

Harder, when the known universe seems to be conspiring against me to make me sad and angry and frustrated.

I have to stay strong.

Progress and AntiProgress

Sir Terry Pratchett argued convincingly that everything must have it’s opposite. Not just the light-dark opposite, but the opposite that goes through the conventional, traditional opposite and out the other side.

We have progress. What I’m having is a kind of anti-progress that has gone through retention and out the other side.

I am getting fit enough to take the dog around two blocks -yay- BUT, on the anti-progress side, I’ve been struck from asthma as a direct result of Mayhem’s Carpet From Hell [coming to a cinema near you!] and literally can’t walk more than a block without wheezing and coming over all blue.

Progress: we got all the filth out of Mayhem’s room. Something of a Herculean task, I can tell you. The Augean Stables were easier.
Antiprogress: Since the Carpet From Hell™ needed to be got rid of, Hubby and Brother-in-Law [aka Normally Shiftless] thought this was a brilliant excuse to renovate. Now I have furniture blocking further progress in getting the house clean and thanks to Mayhem’s hazmat situation I now have two cubic metres of laundry to tackle.

Progress: I’m getting more than five steps in a row before having to stop and re-introduce the hound to the concept of “heel”.
Antiprogress: He gets the idea that when I stop, he should be next to/behind me, but hasn’t connected the command with the action. Thus my entire walk is me saying “heel” practically nonstop for fifteen or so minutes. The word is losing all meaning.

Progress: Chaos is starting to help with small household cleaning tasks.
Antiprogress: it mostly consists of grabbing the nearest sponge or towel and wiping five square centimetres of countertop. Adorable, but useless.

Progress: I think I’m getting the household to start picking up after themselves
Antiprogress: There’s still vast swathes of “That’s not mine” when I’m after whoever left a mess. One day, I shall get them to clean the mess they see.

Of course, one day, the sun will grow cold and die… but I hope I can achieve that goal before then.

It’s a constant, uphill slog. I’m tired of it.

I can hold out the hope that I’ll get there, and achieve a lovely house and keep it that way… But I was nearly there… and now my house is once more crammed with stuff I have to get out of the way.

Some times, it makes me want to cry.

Crying never got anything done. Guess I have to get up and just do it.

Because no-one else will.

Slowly Getting There

I took an actual day off, today. Well, most of a day off.

Possibly 50% of a day off.

Because a Mum’s work is never done. I can’t have a complete day off.

The dog got out and I had to go catch him. Invisible fences are looking increasingly attractive right now.

And I spent the afternoon teaching Mayhem (my eldest) that playing with the dog is fun.

That was exhausting. But fun.

But I didn’t get any writing done. Not one word. Not one line. Not even in a fanfic.

OTOH, I did get a whole page done, yesterday. At the pace I go at, that’s lightening speed.

When I write, I sometimes have pages and pages of ideas battling for priority. Sometimes it’s a battle to get one sentence out.

In the latter occasions, I need a break to let some more ideas percolate through my skull. Sometimes I just veg in front of the TV. Sometimes it’s Minecraft. Most of the time, it’s fanfic.

Today, I just slugged in front of the PC for half the day. Zen and the art of fartarsing around.

I did absolutely nothing and I loved it.

Why are the most enjoyable things the things that wind up wasting our time?