I had to pick up a small dead bird from our yard earlier before the dog could get to it.
On the other end of the spectrum, we have a robin's nest under the deck, low down enough that I can see inside by stepping on the chair. The chicks are adorable. A week or so old now. They poke their beaks out and open them for food if you hover your finger over. I'm going to take some proper photos when they're a bit older. The photos I've been taking on my phone are blurry.
The deer here are so accustomed to humans that I was able to get within two feet of one yesterday, as it lazily grazed by the public garden. I could have gotten closer, but the Brit was scared of it and wanted to leave it alone before it could attack us.
Men. I'm in a reasonable mood today, been getting a lot of things done. Got my cell phone issues sorted out this morning with Telus, cut the dog's hair, did some laundry. Most productive I've felt in awhile. I've been inconsolably depressed lately, especially this week. While it's nice having the Brit here, it's incredibly stressful having to balance myself between him and my dad. My dad doesn't understand how to approach the Brit and his various issues and basic things like meal times and trying to save money by going out less have been very tense.
I'm looking forward to having time to time to myself, time to job hunt, time to finally give my life meaning again and feel human. On the job hunt front, I can finally take that seriously now that I got my phone in order and people can actually contact me. It is slim pickins around here though. There are some used book stores and a custom T-shirt shop I'd love to work at, but I doubt they're hiring. The only help wanted signs I've seen are for waitresses and cooks and hairdressers. Waitressing is the one thing I could never do; I have terrible balance and I can barely carry one drink without spilling it, much less a tray of them. I'd love to bartend, but you need to take a course for that here, apparently. I dunno. I'll throw my resume out in the streets and see who picks it up.
I've also been going through some other harebrained ideas for making cash -- my photography, of course, though clients may be hard to come by here. Lawn mowing, something SadisticIceCream kindly pointed out is something I'm constantly doing anyway, har har. Various other digital endeavors, like scanning old photos into digital copies, photo editing, flyer design, stuff like that, though I'm not really sure how to get customers for that sort of thing. Disappointing, because I imagine it could be easy money, doing something I'm actually good at.
I've been in a bit of a paradox with my writing life -- the only time I'm happy lately is when I'm working on something, but working on something is essentially pointless until my career advances in some way, or the Blacklist actually pays off, or anything really. So instead I should be focusing on anything BUT writing, really. Which is sad, but I don't know what else to do. I hate to feel like I'm conceding in some way, but something's gotta give if I ever hope to move out of my parent's house.
Still got those crits on hold -- don't worry, I won't forget them. It'll probably happen next week.
On a random note,
I FUCKING HATE THE TERM "BAE". WHEN DID THIS BECOME A THING?! WHY IS IT A THING?! IT MAKES YOU SOUND LIKE A SHEEP WHEN YOU TYPE IT. SRSLY.
How are you people?
