Last Friday I went to Oturehua for the weekend. After a trip to the supermarket where Oli's spawn demanded I be the only one to push the trolley or remove the pieces of pith from his mandarin, we drove the two-ish hours up the Pigroot (the wikipedia seems to miss the fact that part of it runs alongside the Pigroot creek). Then after the setting up and chatting to Oli's people, and a quick walk so the spawn could examine the river, we had really good nachos for dinner.
People most had an early night, leaving Oli and I chatting, while I demolished soda water and he got a bit drunk, for about five hours. So much talking about stuff. Disapproval that I keep trying to make things work with the Semi-Imaginary One featured heavily. We also had a long discussion about how we both went through school thinking that the other one was better at people.
On Saturday it snowed.
Not a lot, just enough to to be able to say it snowed.
Mostly we sat around talking as some more people turned up. I feel we did other stuff, but it has been too long and I am getting senile. There was amazingly decorated, delicious, cake.
In the evening we had a very good roast dinner (I think the "roast" itself was slow cooked and only the spuds actually roasted, but the result was pretty awesome either way). Then a bit after nine a group of us headed to Ranfurly to watch the rugby at the Ranfurly Hotel. I wore my Elvira jumper, it was not appreciated by the backwoods-hick locals. The rugby was kind of watchable, and NZ got its arse handed to it.
Sunday I woke up and found myself utterly unable to read the book I was working on. By the time we went for a walk up the street to the shops it was clear I was too over-extended. I was already starting to fall apart at the edges. Migraine and the failing of attempts to be functionally human. Was not winning.
Fortunately for me, my father drove all the way up from Dunedin just to rescue me and drive back down again. I had intended to repay him with conversation, but I kept fading out and ended up full on sleeping a chunk of the way. Then I got home to do some study, but mostly just slept instead.
Monday, I made it to the class I otherwise would have still been in Central and missed. So yay again for my dad. I briefly visited my grandmother in hospital (hopefully for the last time for a while - as she got out on Wednesday - now I have to human enough to visit her somewhere more out of my way). Otherwise the dad was too much sleeping and not enough study for my test.
On Tuesday morning I went aquajogging with Tina and then came home for some pretty on-task study. Late afternoon I went to town and had hung out with the Semi-Imaginary One and his flatmates for a few hours. It was a pleasant distraction but ended a bit early as he had missed his regular midafternoon gym session and needed to make it up.
We still have some pretty major problems. His prioritising everyone else in his life over me is an ongoing source of a lot of stress on things. That and how he goes vague whenever actual answers are requested.
Then home for more study.
Wednesday morning, I got up early and crammed some more. I was feeling pretty confident I had everything sorted, then went to The Tart Tin on my way in to uni, having just discovered the night before that it has a Wednesday morning shop. I was unimpressed with the apple doughnut. Also, I had a recollection that I was first told about the Tart Tin at the farmers market it was by middle aged women talking about how hot the baker was. I might be coloured by having heard his voice before I saw him but, honestly, I can't see anything of what I had been told. Fit doesn't make hot, a dingus is still a dingus.
Then there was the test. It did not go well. My senile old brain went blank on things I had been quietly chanting to myself successfully all morning.
Then I came home and watched some a trash supervillian film, Brightburn, and then some Critical Role until it was Wednesday game time at Carla and Ian's. I have such a stupid character and I am deeply happy with it.
Thursday, I watched more Critical Role and played some Under Rail. The result was mostly making myself sick by spending too much of the day with my eyes doing stuff. Vision fucks over my brains ability to brain.
Today I mostly spent in bed. Dozing and finished reading Madeline Miller's Circe. I didn't get up until about five in the evening.
High point of today was watching the new Zim as it came up on Netflix.
Otherwise super lazy day, because my body gave me little to no choice on the matter.
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