We went to Will’s mum’s house for a couple of nights for New Year’s Eve.
In probably uninteresting news, I’ve decided to stop straightening my hair and try letting it go curly again. Even though I don’t actually like that look on myself.
Relaxing it is hard these days as my sister is now far away, and getting her to do my hair when she came up would mean she spent the whole trip doing that and then had to go again. Also I end up with annoying kinky bits at times like now when it needs relaxing again, there is new wavy growth and, although the bonds of my hair were permanently broken, they do start going crinkly again in previously-relaxed areas.
Having curly hair involves effort of its own though. I can’t brush my hair, can only comb it when it’s wet (or when there’s an especially stubborn knot, but I’m not very good at dealing with that and bits of my hair end up dreading themselves), can’t have it towel-dried it in the normal way because that just creates frizz, I basically have to leave it the hell alone and hope for the best. I will probably straighten my fringe sometimes because I look like an idiot without one.
I really liked Will’s mum’s house (one that they moved to a couple of years ago and that I hadn’t seen before), it wasn’t actually too dissimilar in layout to the floorplan I made, but obviously a bit smaller and there wasn’t a lift and stuff. Unfortunately there wasn’t a downstairs toilet, which meant a lot of butt-shuffling up the stairs and sore thigh muscles, but at least their carpet was plush enough to not hurt me in the bum.
Anyway, there was a little conservatory over what served as both the front and back door, and it was really nice to smoke in the open doorway and look out at the fields through the gate. In fact I enjoyed it so much that I realised I must have some sort of half-open conservatory to smoke from when we build a house.
Veranda conservatories apparently exist, and the image below is exactly what I’m looking for to put at the back of my eventual house. But obviously everything would be all flat for my chair and stuff.
The trip to the house also made me realise that I might be allergic to cats though. I think it might be only older cats, apparently they release heaps more dander when they’re old, so it might be that. I didn’t really get much trouble from touching Bertie, who is quite young, but I think all the other cats are definitely over 12. Touching Piccalilli gave me the instant eyes-on-fire feeling. Which is a bummer because she’s so friendly.
Mopsy died a few years ago now but I don’t think my brain actually accepted it, because I was still sort of expecting her to wander out when I got there. I hadn’t been to Gaye’s house since she died, so I think in my mind, she was still there with all the other cats. It bummed me out a little bit but obviously there’s nothing to be done about it.
On that note, me and Will have been talking a lot, and we think that when Freya’s gone, we’ll try not having a dog for a while. Going out for dinner with Ben made us realise that we skipped doing a lot of that stuff in our relationship. We got a dog about 6 months in, mainly because I got ill but also because we are both mad dog people. So many things ended up happening to Freya and she can’t be on her own at all now, not even in just a room of the house. So one or both of us is constantly at home, we can never just decide to go out somewhere together.
I am happy to put up with that for Freya, she has literally saved my life so many times and I will give her what she needs. But after this, we need to take some time to just be together. We would both be miserable in a no-animal house, so we will get a cat, which will be much more independent than a dog and so we can easily go out for an evening or even a weekend, if we leave food and water out. I may of course find that without any assistance coming from a dog, I am incredibly frustrated and unhappy, so we will probably end up getting a puppy as soon as possible. But ideally after an established cat, and obviously, having that dog from a puppy, we would do all the right things that weren’t done by any of Freya’s previous owners.
I am certainly not wishing for this time to hurry along though. I will be absolutely devastated when Freya is gone. I’ve seen pictures online of a Northern Inuit that got all the way to 14 years old, so that gives me some encouragement, but she is turning 9 this year so I’m worried anyway.
I got lots of cool stuff for Christmas, sorry if I haven’t shown a thing that you got me, would feel a bit weird to photograph all my stuff, I promise you I do definitely appreciate it.
And, here are screenshots, of things I would have rambled about on Facebook if I were still using it.