Dizzo update...
Oct. 24th, 2021 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dizzojayHey gang!
It's been a funny old year, a bit of a rollercoaster. I feel like I've been here at Lj posting my Jensen Time, my bunny pics and my Friday Fives, but I also feel like I've been absent as well.
I've been keeping up wth all the fandom stuff. I'm really excited about Soldier Boy, not so much about Walker, I've watched a few episodes and decided it's not really my thing. I support Jared 100% though and will still buy the DVD when it's available here in the UK. I'm following the terrible news from Jensen's latest film set, and I can't imagine how traumatised everyone must be after such a horrific tragedy. For the record, I think Jensen's doing exactly the right thing by keeping off social media and not getting involved in the media shitstorm that's kicked up since it happened.
Personally, it's been a year of some highs and lots of lows. As I said in a previous post, I've been to four funerals this year, and that's enough; I'm exhausted by all the sadness.
I still miss June, I miss her horribly. When I was doing stuff like co-ordinating the funeral for her friends and sending out all her fandom stuff, it made me feel closer to her. But now that's all done and sorted, I feel, I don't know, slightly adrift.
Life here in the UK is getting back to something approaching normal. Social events are happening again, which is wonderful. I've been to one convention and I have tickets to London Comic-Con in about a months time. International travel is opening back up again - I'm off to Paris for a long weekend with another fandom friend at the end of this week. But Covid cases are still high, people are still dying. The media is still fuelling the flames of misinformation, because that's apparently what media scumbags do; one article will say that cases are going down. Another article will say that cases are going up, there are a million new variants and we're all going to die unless we stay locked away for the rest of our lives. Another article will say vaccinations help, another says they don't. And I'm sick of it, utterly sick of it. I've spent the last 18 months socially distanced and wearing a mask, I was separated from my elderly parents for eight months, I've lost two birthdays, had both my vaccinations, and yet nothing seems to have improved. Frankly, my well of social altruism and responsibility is running dry; I'm even starting to think 'oh piss off' about the scientists now, and that's VERY out of charactr for me. I'm starting to think they don't know what to do any more than we do. That said, I will have my booster shot when I'm due (after the beginning of December), because if that's the only way I can continue to live a life, then so be it.
I long for a day when I don't have to hear the word 'Covid' ever again. Life is opening up, but there's always the underlying threat that the rug will be pulled out from under us once again, and with no warning, and it's fucking exhausting. (And I know I share those feeling with probably three quarters of the human race; I don't for one minute think I'm special or unique in that regard.)
My work has been positive, but busy. I'm still feeling valued and happy there, but here have been challenges and frustrations. For instance, we've only just opened up the office, and I'm going in three days a week which is a balance I love. But there's already talk about closing it again depending on Government advice.
On a positive note, the bunnies have been the highlight of my year. They are a delight, and a joy. I love the little ratbags so much, there is nothing I wouldn't do, nothing I wouldn't spend to keep them safe and happy. That's one thing I can thank Covid for - working fom home for months on end made me realise how empty my home felt without an animal in it. And for me there was only one animal that was going to fill that void, or two to be exact :)
Mr D, as always, has been a pillar of strength. He's a fabulous Bunny-Papa. Today he stood in the kitchen making a bun shish-kebab for their lunch. It was made of carrots, cabbage, kale, cubes of dry wholemeal toast, and a bunny alfala treat, all threaded onto a chain which he hung from the top of their run to give them a bit of variety and 'enrichment'. They obviously loved it because they made very short work of it.
He's as sick of the Covid shit as I am, but that's good because we're a good sounding board for each other.
I'm sorry if this is a slightly melancholy update, but I think it's just been a tough year following on from another tough year, and my resilience has just hit rock bottom. Rightly or wrongly, I've let it get on top of me!
Let me sign off with something positive, a nice bit of 'Jensen time' ... those eyes!!
Take care of yourselves, all of you! Love your faces xx
It's been a funny old year, a bit of a rollercoaster. I feel like I've been here at Lj posting my Jensen Time, my bunny pics and my Friday Fives, but I also feel like I've been absent as well.
I've been keeping up wth all the fandom stuff. I'm really excited about Soldier Boy, not so much about Walker, I've watched a few episodes and decided it's not really my thing. I support Jared 100% though and will still buy the DVD when it's available here in the UK. I'm following the terrible news from Jensen's latest film set, and I can't imagine how traumatised everyone must be after such a horrific tragedy. For the record, I think Jensen's doing exactly the right thing by keeping off social media and not getting involved in the media shitstorm that's kicked up since it happened.
Personally, it's been a year of some highs and lots of lows. As I said in a previous post, I've been to four funerals this year, and that's enough; I'm exhausted by all the sadness.
I still miss June, I miss her horribly. When I was doing stuff like co-ordinating the funeral for her friends and sending out all her fandom stuff, it made me feel closer to her. But now that's all done and sorted, I feel, I don't know, slightly adrift.
Life here in the UK is getting back to something approaching normal. Social events are happening again, which is wonderful. I've been to one convention and I have tickets to London Comic-Con in about a months time. International travel is opening back up again - I'm off to Paris for a long weekend with another fandom friend at the end of this week. But Covid cases are still high, people are still dying. The media is still fuelling the flames of misinformation, because that's apparently what media scumbags do; one article will say that cases are going down. Another article will say that cases are going up, there are a million new variants and we're all going to die unless we stay locked away for the rest of our lives. Another article will say vaccinations help, another says they don't. And I'm sick of it, utterly sick of it. I've spent the last 18 months socially distanced and wearing a mask, I was separated from my elderly parents for eight months, I've lost two birthdays, had both my vaccinations, and yet nothing seems to have improved. Frankly, my well of social altruism and responsibility is running dry; I'm even starting to think 'oh piss off' about the scientists now, and that's VERY out of charactr for me. I'm starting to think they don't know what to do any more than we do. That said, I will have my booster shot when I'm due (after the beginning of December), because if that's the only way I can continue to live a life, then so be it.
I long for a day when I don't have to hear the word 'Covid' ever again. Life is opening up, but there's always the underlying threat that the rug will be pulled out from under us once again, and with no warning, and it's fucking exhausting. (And I know I share those feeling with probably three quarters of the human race; I don't for one minute think I'm special or unique in that regard.)
My work has been positive, but busy. I'm still feeling valued and happy there, but here have been challenges and frustrations. For instance, we've only just opened up the office, and I'm going in three days a week which is a balance I love. But there's already talk about closing it again depending on Government advice.
On a positive note, the bunnies have been the highlight of my year. They are a delight, and a joy. I love the little ratbags so much, there is nothing I wouldn't do, nothing I wouldn't spend to keep them safe and happy. That's one thing I can thank Covid for - working fom home for months on end made me realise how empty my home felt without an animal in it. And for me there was only one animal that was going to fill that void, or two to be exact :)
Mr D, as always, has been a pillar of strength. He's a fabulous Bunny-Papa. Today he stood in the kitchen making a bun shish-kebab for their lunch. It was made of carrots, cabbage, kale, cubes of dry wholemeal toast, and a bunny alfala treat, all threaded onto a chain which he hung from the top of their run to give them a bit of variety and 'enrichment'. They obviously loved it because they made very short work of it.
He's as sick of the Covid shit as I am, but that's good because we're a good sounding board for each other.
I'm sorry if this is a slightly melancholy update, but I think it's just been a tough year following on from another tough year, and my resilience has just hit rock bottom. Rightly or wrongly, I've let it get on top of me!
Let me sign off with something positive, a nice bit of 'Jensen time' ... those eyes!!
Take care of yourselves, all of you! Love your faces xx
