Day: January 15, 2024

Which is: not documenting in its entirety the plan for all of the parts in the bins I have. Thinking that because at the time I WAS working on it, every element was seared into my brain, and it all made sense.

Now that I am several months out from that, I am drawing a blank. I know the high notes, such as it is. Two shades of red, yellow, white, gloss black and gun metal silver. Grey or white primer underneath depending on final colours. But beyond that I look at the parts and don’t see which ones go where anymore. D’oh! Idiot! Luckily I have some photos with a good chunk of the parts laid out, but not all of them. I do still have the manual so I’ll just have to go over them one by one and resort them into silo’d groups of colours for priming and painting. Live and learn. Always document stuff like it’s going to be brand new to you later on. I thought I was inured to it that those details would never leave me. But woosh! They up and left me. High and dry. Take more pictures, make more notes. Classic mistake. Rookie mistake. I did think I was going to get it done by Christmas, but that was a lofty goal. If my kids were sullen teens I probably could have, but being two under nine years of age they still require near constant supervision or engagement, or both.

Aaand I’ve lost interest – again. I was watching sculpting videos, and wood working videos, and miniature painting videos all weekend long, and I wish to do these things, but then I also wanted to read, and play my guitar, so instead I watched more videos and did it all vicariously through other people. No satisfaction that way. No pay off to it. And, I might add, being minus twenty two today means I will most definitely not go out to the shop to try to do anything there. Tools would freeze to my exposed skin. Yuck. Let us just say that my piecemeal patch job of partial insulation leaves a lot to be desired. If it hovers just above zero degrees Celsius, I can get it warmer in there, but not when it’s this cold.

This whole week looks to be more classic southern Ontario weather. Teeth rattling cold, and gale force winds that cut right through all fabrics. I wore snowpants to drop the kids off at school today. If it stays this icy, I will do so again at pick-up too. No shame in bundling up for the winter. A much better alternative than itching until I bleed. Ugh.

So where are we now, back to Monday, middle of the month of January. Two weeks in, and how are we all feeling? I have yet to lift a single weight. Beyond those heavy wet snow shovel fulls that tweaked my bicep. Still snacking at night when bored, but trying to cut it back when I remember I’m not actually hungry. I’ve put less pressure on myself to read a certain number of books. I’m making reading purely for pleasure by only reading when I want to (not including materials for work related stuff). I am almost done the Adrian Tchaikovsky book I started in 2023. Turns out the action really kicks into gear around page 200, so now it’s flying along. I have just over 100 pages left to read. I also pre-ordered some books for later in the year by two authors I really enjoy. Looking forward to those. Plus I rediscovered a bunch of novels when I cleaned up my collection, so I will read a few already in my possession. Depends on whether i want robots, dragons, war or spaceships and existential dread. I have lots to choose from. Will need to make a choice at some point in the next few weeks, or possibly days.

I also need to tackle a mammoth mound of laundry at some point today. Got it all washed & dried, but now it needs to be sorted and hung up. Such fun! Ciao Bella.