I actually try to write these posts well in advance so I don’t lose track and forget about it. So most of this post was written before my uncle Ted ended up in the hospital. He was dizzy on Monday and we talked him into going to the doctor and he ended up in the ER while they did tons of tests on him and then they checked him into the hospital. It turns out he has cirrhosis of the liver! Not great but he’s still alive. He’ll have to quit drinking. He also has diabetes and eats too much junk food! He’s also in his 80s and may not want to change now.
There is this thing, that when you are young and all your relatives aren’t too old, unless you have a lot of family members die when you are a child or teen, years and years go buy and no one dies and you don’t have to think about anyone dying. But then you get to be in your forties and suddenly your relatives are in their 70s and 80s and then they all start dying all at once. And no one really articulates this to you. There are the usual platitudes about appreciating people while they are there. But no one says, you’ll get to a certain age and the entire generation older than you will all die and probably in quick succession just because of the age grouping.
So, while Ted is still alive everyone is going to go at some point. And everything is just stress and death and I feel like I’ll like I’ll never find my footing again. Not enough to work again. That may or may not be true. If you watch the show Hoarders, you will notice that a t of people start hoarding due to unprocessed grief from family members dying. I often feel like I am one death away from going full hoarder. At the same time, the only or at least the best hep for this sort of grief seems to be psyliciben therapy. And OMFG I feel like shrooms will be the only thing that saves me.
So, here is the pre-meltdown post:
Uuuugh. So, the big furniture is moved. But there is stilll furniture in the storage unit and I have some here since I am putting off moving as long as possible. My hope (and as with all my hopes, it was immensely stupid) was that the studio would be done before I moved in so all my art supplies and furniture will have somewhere to GO. Not to mention the birbs! Although—in good news, Banana and Noodle might have a new foster (possibly to adopt home). So I may only have to move Samantha and Lyle.
I am slogging away on more manga reviews. I like them, they are good books and I only have 4 but it’s hard to function in the middle of everything going on. And I would honestly rather just escape into Netflix shows. I ran out of Ainori episodes! I’m so sad!!! It’s so good! The Ainori African Journey was kind of brutal. One girl got ameabic dysentary twice and typhoid! She finally had to go home because she just couldn’t recover. But the coolest part was they climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro! And it looks awesome! So, having run out of Japanese dating shows, I have moved on to a Japanese romantic coemdy called Full-Time Wife Escapist. The title is wierd, but basically a young woman who hates job searching enters into a marriage of convenience with a stiff salary man who works in IT. So of course they are falling in love with each other. It’s nice and cute and nonthreatening and I like the gentle vibe it has.
Anyway, this is all the art I have. This is my replacement vampire character for the New Orleans game. Sadly he was beaten into torpor as well and I played him all of two sessions…. His name was Ambrose Morgan. Poor Ambrose. We are having an epilogue in a couple weeks and hopefully Irma will survive! She (meaning me) just has to keep her stuoid mouth shut. I feel like I did a job building his character though. I should have maxed out a couple Disciplines or something…
I’m working on the secnd gouache cat and even finished it! Look forward to it next week. It has better contrast than the first gouache cat (which it’s hard to tell it’s a cat). Sadly, despite finishing something I am not motivated to do anything but sit on my ass and watch Netflix.
As always, share this on whatever mid tier social medias you still have- apparently there are 3 or 4 trying to take Twitter’s place as that thing circles the drain.
Sorry about your uncle. He may not want to change—but at least he will be living the life he wants, for good or bad!
A woman I went to art school with just died. She was younger than me. Pretty much all of the generation before me is gone already. And I’m already in hoarder territory! Yay.
Anyway, I hear what you’re saying. 🙁