Nesting box, peri, transitions, ballet
Mar. 29th, 2025 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonVery important updates about Wispy the black squirrel: on Monday I saw her chasing another squirrel for the first time! All her little life she has been the chased, but now she begins to turn the tables. GOOD JOB WISPY. And then on Tuesday the arborist came out, and installed her new condo in a tree (along with doing a more Real Job for the condo association). The other tree guys were standing around talking while this happened, no doubt thinking that they get some strange customers, but... I had to notice they were smiling.
I have not seen any squirrel discover it or go into it yet, but they will find it. I have faith in them.
And also I think I'm in perimenopause for reals, people. Not only are there the hot flashes, approximately daily, but I've kind of put that together with a slowly growing pickiness about sex over the last year or so. Like there are little things that now hurt enough to notice, that didn't used to hurt, and have to be gotten juuuuuust right. Well fuck. That sure does tie right in with the "vaginal dryness / thinning of walls" bullshit I've read about all my life, doesn't it? It was just so gradual. I have called the doctor and made an appointment for week after next, and hope already that they will give me some damn hormones.
Nearly everyone in my inner circle is going through some kind of intense career transition and/or being down and confused about life. I'm very much in the "transition" group and have been super self-absorbed (and work-absorbed), which is appropriate enough but plays oddly with other people's transitions. At least I've come up with a good answer to the incessant "What are you going to do with your first week away?" question about leaving Zillian. The answer is "all seven NYT crossword puzzles." Thus far it seems to accomplish the holy trifecta of answers: it's true, it makes people laugh and it gently shuts them up.
Went to the ballet last night for the first time in years. Out of a 5-person group, three people bailed, but we managed to give two of the three tickets away, so it still felt social. We were close enough to hear the thud of the toe shoes and see the definition of the dancers' thigh muscles. I seem always to be most interested when the dancers show amazing balance, use flexibility near contortionist levels, or lift each other, and less when they move in the extremely restricted ranges that are stereotypical. So I guess I really am a circus brat now? Although there's one exception -- bourrée couru (when they take tiny steps that make it look like they are gliding) is very cool, and makes me think of other illusionist footwork like moonwalking, gliding and airwalking.
I have not seen any squirrel discover it or go into it yet, but they will find it. I have faith in them.
And also I think I'm in perimenopause for reals, people. Not only are there the hot flashes, approximately daily, but I've kind of put that together with a slowly growing pickiness about sex over the last year or so. Like there are little things that now hurt enough to notice, that didn't used to hurt, and have to be gotten juuuuuust right. Well fuck. That sure does tie right in with the "vaginal dryness / thinning of walls" bullshit I've read about all my life, doesn't it? It was just so gradual. I have called the doctor and made an appointment for week after next, and hope already that they will give me some damn hormones.
Nearly everyone in my inner circle is going through some kind of intense career transition and/or being down and confused about life. I'm very much in the "transition" group and have been super self-absorbed (and work-absorbed), which is appropriate enough but plays oddly with other people's transitions. At least I've come up with a good answer to the incessant "What are you going to do with your first week away?" question about leaving Zillian. The answer is "all seven NYT crossword puzzles." Thus far it seems to accomplish the holy trifecta of answers: it's true, it makes people laugh and it gently shuts them up.
Went to the ballet last night for the first time in years. Out of a 5-person group, three people bailed, but we managed to give two of the three tickets away, so it still felt social. We were close enough to hear the thud of the toe shoes and see the definition of the dancers' thigh muscles. I seem always to be most interested when the dancers show amazing balance, use flexibility near contortionist levels, or lift each other, and less when they move in the extremely restricted ranges that are stereotypical. So I guess I really am a circus brat now? Although there's one exception -- bourrée couru (when they take tiny steps that make it look like they are gliding) is very cool, and makes me think of other illusionist footwork like moonwalking, gliding and airwalking.
