#jennhoney always have a plan blog

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So there used to be this cool service where you could hop on a bus in CR and go to the state fair in Des Moines but I don’t think they do it anymore. I was looking through the community college catalog and they have a day trip for two and guess what day? My colonoscopy day! So theoretically I could invite my doctor to the state fair, they could get my colonoscopy done on the way there, we could share some fried butter and a bucket of cookies and on the way home maybe I could camgirl my jury duty!

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I had a fierce and defiant thought yesterday and I don’t even know where I got the energy or the hope for it but I’m trying to hold onto it,

“I’m going to be happy and I want to take you with me.”

And I’m not ready to be happy yet but SOON and for a long while. I insist.

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I thought I had the day to myself because my brother was supposed to be working on campus most of the next two days and my mother is always a recluse. But my brother just showed up. We are under yet another (almost constant I swear) tornado warning so it was probably wise. This is fine.

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Got sick last night, even though it’s the same symptoms as the past year of sicknesses. let’s just blame the floor rolls and try to get to the next leg of the journey.

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I’m going to buy this and build a soup igloo and have food and shelter!

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I took a depression nap and now I’m all discombobulated and I guess I could stay up all night and do laundry and bake a cake and fully become a mole person.

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Quietly continuing to panic just because I don’t know anything. This morning I learned that my mom and her sisters are planning to go on their yearly Las Vegas vacation in March and my mom did tell them that she probably won’t be able to go because she thinks she will still be undergoing treatment but she’s just planning things to have things to think of.

I’m thinking about Fafner mostly and how I should be watching her but I also told Murble before I left that I’m done with Uncleducey. And I meant it and I hope I can keep that promise to myself. I gave them over 11 years and they were never going to relieve me of duty or help me have a life of my own.

This morning I was thinking about budget stuff and debating my grocery order versus sticking every cent in savings and I remembered that I was planning to put my money this month towards a thing I need and I just thought, “I just need to make more money.” As simple as that. Normally money stresses me the fuck out like any thought of it makes me feel hopeless and like I don’t want to exist but, I just need to make more money. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ so simple. The thing I need is moved to February which will be fine and I will order groceries and I already put a little in savings. I just need to make so much more money to feed and shelter myself. To have a home that Fafner and possibly only Fafner can stay at.

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I’m going to tell you about my project since I can’t do anymore until my dad brings the last piece of wood I need. This isn’t the project I should be doing but it’s the one that is getting done. When I was around 19 I was helping a friend prep for a garage sale and she had a plant stand that my parents had when I was a baby. Probably everyone had that plant stand in the late 70’s but I thought it was a cool coincidence and my friend let me have it. I was in a phase where I wanted to paint things. Useful things so if it wasn’t great painting it was still a useful thing. I painted the stand and hated it. I knew I should repaint it. I knew I could do better. Murble took it to her classroom. A teacher friend immediately claimed it for her classroom and kept it for years until she retired. She heard that I hated it and when she returned it to me she made me promise that I wouldn’t repaint it. She died several years ago so I think I kept my vow.

For the past year I’ve been thinking, “I should repaint that planter. Even if I’m donating it or garage saleing it. In needs fresh paint.” I picked a color from pots of paint that I have been carrying across the nation for a couple decades. I know I used this color on something in my home in Phoenix but I cannot remember what. It is a pain to paint. All angles and shadow. As I was painting it I was thinking, “if I added a top it would be more useful.” I had one piece of scrap big enough. I cut it and stained it and added popsicle stick guides to hold it in place. “If I made a liner the new container could hold things better.”

I made a basket yesterday following a good tutorial but I was unsure about dimensions. So I made another one this morning with a much better understanding of how to get what I needed.

I’ll add a solid bottom shelf and some feet next week

Now I’m going to fill myself with pizza rolls and booze.

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I’ve put myself in the path of projects all damn day and nothing got done. I didn’t even get run over by the projects. That would have been something. I think I’ll exercise just the tiniest bit and make GOLD ramen and reserve the right to cry in my room for the rest of the night.

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I’m going to start drinking. Murble went to have cocktails with her vaccinated friends.

Drink, roast Brussels sprouts, take out the trash. That’s the rest of the plan for the day.

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I’m like a million change of plans deep.

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I just heard Murble say something about March trip I’m assuming it is the annual sister Vegas trip. Maybe that is when Fafner and I run away.

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Rebel Angels knocked me out. I caught a glimpse of it from across the front of the Brooklyn Museum on the way to the Frida exhibit and had to detour. I could have looked at it for hours but there was so much to see I did one walk around and pointed my eyes in the direction of other things that would astound me.

I went into the city to meet old friends at Grand Central. I was very early and thought, well I know Grand Central is beautiful. I will wander around and look. But I wasn’t prepared for that ceiling. I caught a glimpse of the blue and a fragment of a constellation and was woozy. I didn’t know it was beautiful LIKE THIS. The wooziness still hasn’t completely left me.

I caught a glimpse of Van Gogh’s Irises from rooms away and almost started crying. I took pictures of every Van Gogh and sent them to my dad.

When I was walking through a Met gift shop I turned to my friend with a mug in my hand,

“the unicorn tapestries are at The Cloisters aren’t they?”

“Yeah...We could leave here and go there right now!”

“No way! We’re at The Met! I’m here to visit with you guys. We’re going to see so many amazing things together!” And we did. My friend Hannah snuck the unicorn in captivity pin onto my backpack at some point that day.

After a day of work and both of us having colds (Cat I think we had colds) Cat collected me from Erin and took me to The Whitney so I could see some more beautiful things real quick.

Actually, before she did that she set waffle fries in front of us and said, “eat.” They were life saving waffle fries. Thank you Cat! And at one point when she was consulting schedules I heard her say something about , it being a short walk but maybe we should take the subway. We wouldn’t know until later but I had walked well over 22,000 steps that day and at that moment all of them were ON MY FACE.

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I totally forgot I was going to have my birthday cava during my Sunday d&d game. So as the magic of my birthday weekend wears off I’m gonna shove a bit more cake in me, get drunk real quick, and probably take Alistair back to my tent.

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One unplannery to rule them all

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Maybe I won’t get out of bed today