So Lost So Helpless

Had a creative itch last night and I needed to shake it off

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Had an incredibly gratifying moment tonight taking to a few people who knew me in my teens and early 20s. I mentioned getting diagnosed with ADHD in my 30s and the table went quiet before both my co-editor and journalism adviser went "You didn't know?!"

I'm so glad this was obvious to other people because it was *not* obvious to me and it's very affirming to learn that there was clearly something going on that other people saw and I'm not just faking.

This evening i played my least favorite game, which is "if I stop moving I shall simply die" and managed to cram an entire weekend's worth of errands and work around the house into about four hours starting at 8pm.

I don't know how to explain "i cleaned up the paper bags that had been sitting on the hearth for a month because I wanted mac and cheese" to regular people.

we needed milk. I went out to two stores to get milk and also because I had momentum all the groceries i hadn't gotten in the last two weeks. when i got back I started unpacking the groceries. there is a broken wheely chair that I use to put away groceries but it has been underneath an empty trash can and three telephones that need to be donated to a thrift store for a couple weeks. so I went in the front room and popped the air envelopes in the shipping box that I wanted to put the donation stuff in. I had to put that box on a different not broken wheely chair in the hall but in order to do that I needed to fold up some curtains and put them away and also put some fabric into my fabric bin. I did that and then put the box in the other chair and then put the phones in the box and put the trash can on a coffee table to be a later problem. Then I started putting the groceries away but there was a different shipping box in front of the pantry that kept irritating me every time i had to open the pantry to put something away. so i open the box and it has some wire storage racks and some ceramic glue and some broom hangers so I go get my drill and put the contents of the box on the pull-out cutting board. I start boiling the water for my mac and cheese and realize that I need to empty the dishwasher because the bowl i want to use is in there and clean. I get broccoli out of the freezer and start microwaving some in the bowl to mix in with my mac and cheese, then go to get my mac and cheese and realize that the boxes are buried underneath a pile of tea in the pantry and are inaccessible. But I remember that two weeks ago I bought three boxes that I haven't put away yet that are out on the china cabinet. I go out to the china cabinet where I also find the teapot I want to repair with the ceramic glue, so i put the teapot on the dining room table. I put my mac and cheese into the pot to boil and finish putting away the dishes, then hang one of the wire racks next to the rack that holds cutting boards; I then load that rack with foil and plastic wrap and parchment paper to get that stuff off of my counter (the reason I bought the racks, but i bought extra because they were four bucks each and seemed useful). Since I've got my drill out, I hang up one of the broom hangers and then hang the broom next to my fridge and grocery bag storage. While I'm standing there waiting for pasta to boil i remember that my cousin left a plastic bag organizer when she moved out so I go find it (still brand new in package) in the front hall. I open it and stuff every ten-cent reusable bag and takeout bag in my bag rack (a closet organizer rack that a friend gave me that works super well for shopping bags and fits in a weird space behind my door and next to my fridge) and then put the bag organizer back in my bag rack. I eat my mac and cheese standing up at the counter so that I don't lose momentum, then decide that since I've got my drill out I might as well ask Large Bastard what he did with the coathooks I gave him a few months ago. He has them in his workshop on top of his tool bench and fetches them immediately, I hang one next to the bag rack and then hang the bag organizer on it. The coathooks come in packs of three, so I hang two next to the pantry because we've been putting our car keys on binder clips on the dog leash basket and sometimes they fall off. It's nice to have open space on the bag rack so I finish putting away the groceries and fold up the reusable bags, putting them in the rack. I then pick up the cooler bags from under the rack and put them in the now-open space on the rack, which reveals a second, secret broom behind all the bags so I get another broom hanger and hang the second, secret broom, achieving a nearly sexual level of satisfaction at the clear floorspace next to the refrigerator. I start looking for other places to put up more wire racks and decide that I will put one up over my current tea shelf and put more tea on it. [break because block character limit was reached]

I would need to clear the counter and find my step stool to do this, but thinking about tea reminds me that I've got the teapot and the ceramic glue on the table so I go sit down at the table and fix that, then look behind me at the china cabinet where there are two boxes of mac and cheese in a bag. I take the mac and cheese to the pantry, where I dig around through a bit of tea to put these boxes under the tea with the other boxes, then I remember that one of the paper shopping bags that has been sitting on the hearth next to the pantry for a week has tea that I brought home from the office in it. I put the tea with the other tea on top of the mac and cheese, then take a single bag of maple-flavored marshmallows out of the second bag. I fold the bags and put them with the other paper bags underneath the counter.

I have run out of things that I can do without taking a break to find either a stepstool or a masonry bit. I have lost momentum. I wash my mac and cheese and broccoli bowl. I rinse it in the left side of the sink and stack it in the right side of the sink. We can't rinse in the right side of the sink because the pipe is clogged (we have tried many ways to un-clog it) and needs to be replaced. "This isn't a problem because, you see, I have a system," I think to myself and realize actually no this is a problem we've needed to replace this pipe for a year. The hardware store is closed. I have no momentum. The sink will simply have to wait another year or until I get smacked with momentum when the hardware store is open. Here's hoping I find my stepstool soon. At least the bags are put away.

Maybe someday they'll medicate me and I can just clean the fucking kitchen.

But look, it's beautiful:

The dog found the stepstool that I've been looking for for several weeks now. It was under the dining room table and I saw it when tiny bastard went underneath the table to cry for bites of carrot. She got chicken jerky as a reward because now I can finally hang up the random bullshit art that has been leaning against the *other* hearth for several months.

Okay, the drill hasn't been put away yet. Should I put a hook up for the footstool under the rack of flavor or the towel bar?

Okay it's 10 days later but the drill didn't get put away and today the ADHD fairy visited so I hung up the stepstool under the spice rack, hung three wire rack/shelf things in various places around the house (one in the hall nook for nitrile gloves, one above the kitchen sink for coffee and the bottle of wine i use for cooking, one on the back of the range hood for Large Bastard's tea), took stuff to the thrift store, organized our water bottles and reusable cups in a more functional way, hung a hook in the driveway to hold the gate open, took the recycling to the recycling center, hung a hook in the kitchen for some annoying trivets, found a basket to use for my gardening clothes so they aren't just a pile on the hearth they are now an organized pile on the hearth, discovered that the food thermometer is magnetic and hung it on the range hood (we have owned that for a year and i figured out that it was magnetic today; it has been living in our dish rack this is going to be SO MUCH MORE CONVENIENT), gathered up the paintbrushes I'd scattered all over the house, hung up two pieces of art, wrote 6000 words, and changed the air filter in my car. And yesterday I actually remembered that there was an ewaste event and remembered it early enough in the day that I could take stuff over there and so I got three boxes of broken electronics out of my house.

So satisfying:

So satisfying. I keep looking for more things to hang up.

(My cousin re-hung the pantry door so it just doesn't close, that's one of those things that's on the list but it's also largely invisible to us day to day and also three of the kitchen cabinets do it so fixing it seems like A Project)

*cackling*

BTW the barriers to this getting done were:

To keep these from becoming barriers in the future I:

Organized under-sink area:

I've got a hospital plastic bin that I'm going to put the soap in so that I only have to pull five things out to clear the area and then I'll always have a shallow, easy-to-clean waterproof basin under the sink when I need to clear the pipe.

Favorite thing about renaissance faires is that they have fuck all to to with the renaissance. This thang is not about historical anything this is about dressing up like a fairy and watching a joust

#a samurai with a flintlock pistol sitting next to a guy dressed as a caveman drinking a styrofoam cup of dr pepper#and it fucks severely

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on october 1st!

To my phandom stalker: I'm being told by several people that you've decided to create a Google doc outing myself and friends of mine as "abusers", and have been trying to recruit people to participate in creating it - by spying in the server I run and sharing personal DMs. This is harassment. Your behavior is very disturbing and your claims are ridiculous.

A disagreement about canon is not "abuse." Writing the subject matter that I do is not "abuse." Not liking you as a person is not "abuse." Your marked history of doxxing others and call-out posts, however, is harassment. Not respecting my boundaries when I block you and stop interacting with you in any capacity is harassment. Because you engage in these behaviors is why people don't want to interact with you. I'm sick of your constant attempts to gain my attention. Nobody cares. Leave me alone. Leave my friends alone.

I've ignored you for as long as I could, but be warned - if you or your group of obsessed haters release any personal information about me, private DMs, or screenshots from my private server, I will take action against you to the fullest possible extent of the law. If you attempt to doxx or defame me, you will be sued.

To my fabulous phandom community - while I would never reveal this person (and their cohort's) names unless they followed through on their threats, please share this post so that if they do, people are already aware of the situation and can simply ignore them. Thank you all and sorry about the drama! You know I can't stand engaging in it 🫠

xo

- cat

Tired of Erik and Christine not snuggling. More snuggling, thanks.

Let's dance.

Paris night 🌃

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