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Winter back home

Simon Riley x Reader

He has a problem.

He’s had problems all his life. He’s got a lot of experience in dealing with problems, really. The ones that can be solved with bullets, anyway.

This is not that kind of problem. Well, maybe a bullet could take care of this. But he promised himself he would never take that path. So, he suffers.

His problem is the dichotomy. His problem is Ghost, months of suffocating under a stale mask, the orders, the blood, the uniform. His problem is Simon, weeks of nothing, the silence, the civilian comfort, being a person.

He’s gone. Somewhere between base and “home”- a cold, dark flat in the outskirts of London-, he lost his soul. Now he isn’t here nor there. None of his names fit him.

He is just a being, two legs on top of two feet that can’t stand the feeling of dry, clean socks inside of simple sneakers. A head, a neck, on top of a pair of shoulders too wide to fit the door of normalcy. A back too tight to bear the weight of actual life. Hands too strong to hold reality without breaking it, skin so rough it tears instead of caressing. A pair of eyes that do not know where to look if not for threats.

He's a storm waiting to happen. Too dark to be a person, too broken to be a man. Too heavy for a ghost.

The flat feels wrong. Especially the first few days. He has to open the windows to let the fresh air in- more like freezing air. It’s okay, he’s used to dealing with the cold. It’s actually being comfortable what makes him uneasy. The fact that he has so much space for himself. He doesn’t have things. He doesn’t own more than a couple changes of clothes. His sofa looks new, even though he bought it years ago. His bed is soft, his bedside table is empty. He owns a table, two chairs and headphones. One bottle of water. Four glasses, a cheap six-piece cutlery set. Some plates he bought on sale. One rug he doesn’t step on. A broom. Shampoo, toothbrush and toothpaste are in the bag he brings from base. Even his bike just takes up half his designated parking space.

Other than that, he has nothing.

The other thing that bothers him is the silence. He should be able to sleep in the quiet- he’s fallen asleep in active bombing zones, for God’s sake. But the white noise of the cars, the soft humming of the refrigerator- all they do is keep him awake. It’s always too quiet, too… Too safe. He knows it’s a trap. It always is.

That’s why he checks the windows.

Like now, when he enters the apartment in silence. The lights stay off until he’s cleared every room. Then he turns them all on. His duffel bag goes into the wardrobe, still closed. The boots under the bed. He changes into civilian clothes, checks the pantry- empty, always empty- and starts his rounds.

He checks the three windows: the small one in the bathroom, the one in the bedroom that looks over the neighbor’s rooftop, and the one in the living room. Usually, the last one is his favorite. The view lets him keep an eye on the street, alert in case there’s something suspicious lurking down there.

This time, though, he can’t look down.

He’s stuck in the window in front of his. The apartment building across the street is nicer than the one he’s standing in. By his standards, anyway. That means it looks warm and worn down. Brick walls instead of grey cement, wood stairs instead of metal. It has pots with flowers and an old mirror in the entrance.

There’s only one apartment with the lights still on. It’s late, he reminds himself, for normal people. Most of them are asleep at two in the morning.

You’re not. Through your open curtains, he can see your tired face. You’re curled up on a desk chair, with messy hair and reading glasses on. Your pajama is cute, it looks soft and a little too big. It fits you perfectly. You’re holding a steaming cup and frowning at the pile of papers on top of your desk.

When you fix the -presumably hand-knitted- blanket on top of your shoulders, he frowns. Aren’t you cold? You should close the window.

And go to bed, while you’re at it. What are you doing up this late, anyway? Working? He hopes not. A cute little thing like you should have a quiet job, with stable working hours and low stress. But you look very stressed. Maybe you’re studying. That’s it, probably. You don’t look his age, but he’d bet you’re in your late twenties, maybe thirties.

He pictures you getting a degree. It’s easy, you look smart. Oh, you must have a degree already. Surely, he decides, you must have one. You’re getting a doctorate now, aren’t you?

It’s a silly question, of course. He knows nothing about you, except that you should be sleeping instead of munching at a cookie. But it’s a relief to pretend he does. To believe he can see life through your window. If he had to guess, that’s what living looks like: a woman in the room, plans for the future, eating homemade treats and knowing you’ll survive the upcoming test, even if you don’t pass.

For the first time since he bought this place, he’s actually there. As if taking a deep breath, Simon is suddenly aware of his body. The t-shirt he’s wearing is soft, a little too thin for the weather. The place smells like leather- must be the sofa. Was the ceiling always this high? Simon makes a mental note to buy air freshener and a blanket.

It takes him a couple of days of staring out the window to realize what happened.

It’s Friday, and he’s checked your closed blinds for the third time this afternoon. Simon hasn’t seen you today. He sighs and turns around. He goes to open one of the kitchen drawers when it hits him.

There are cookies in there. Two different kinds. And he’s wearing slippers- they were on sale at the supermarket, and he didn’t even think about it. But he’s thinking about it now. Simon looks around. One of his jackets is hanging by the door. There’s lint on the rug. The cushions on the sofa are out of their place. He left a mug on the counter.

He's living again.

It a crushing discovery. Once he saw it, it’s impossible to miss. He made plans. He has tickets to watch a movie next Tuesday. When was the last time he planned something other than a mission? And cookies? Simon hasn’t eaten cookies since he enlisted. Maybe longer. His clothes are comfortable. Actually comfortable, he doesn’t need to ignore the fabric irritating his skin. The windows are closed: he’s not cold. It’s quite nice, honestly. And the place smells like someone lives here. A mix of cologne, tea and leftovers from lunch.

The flat doesn’t feel empty. Simon doesn’t feel empty.

His muscles give out. It’s not a dramatic fall, more like an extreme relaxation. It hurts a little; like clenching your fist for hours and then letting your hand open. The blood starts flowing back with a tingle. The oxygen gets where it is supposed to go. There is a strange open space in the palm of your hand.

The relieved smile is a side effect.

He still wears it when he settles back down on the couch. Someone is playing music outside, and the plants on your building’s hall are blooming. What a weird time to bloom, in the middle of the cold.

Simon understands, though, when he sees you finally open your blinds.

Yes, he gets the desire to be alive now.

A/n: I sat down to write and four hours later I'm posting this. It is not proofread and I'm a little too tired to care. Maybe I'll fix it later. Also, my anxiety has been a bitch lately (that means I freeze instead of being able to reply to messages and asks- my poor friends have the patience of a thousand saints stacked on top of each other), so I won't reply to the asks today. Maybe tomorrow, we'll see. In any case, I hope you're all having a great weekend, full of flowers and treats <3

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Vice surrenders

I'm on tour with my new novel The Bezzle! Catch me TONIGHT in LA with Adam Conover at Vroman's, then on MONDAY in Seattle with Neal Stephenson, then Portland, Phoenix and more!

Vice died the way it lived: being suckered in by smarter predators, even as it trained its own predatory instincts on those more credulous than its own supremely gullible leadership. RIP, we hardly knew ye.

For those of you who don't know, Vice was a Canadian media success story. It was founded by a motley clique of hipsters, one of whom – founder of the Proud Boys – has since grown to be one of the world's great fascism influencers. Another perfected the art of getting young people to work "for exposure" even as he built a massive, highly lucrative media empire on their free labor:

https://www.canadaland.com/podcast/vice-oral-history/

Eventually, Vice transitioned to a string of progressively worsening corporate owners, each more dishonest, predatory – and gullible – than the last. The company was one of the most enthusiastic marks for Facebook's infamous "pivot to video" – in which Mark Zuckerberg destroyed half the media industry by tricking them into thinking that the public was clamoring for video content, based on fraudulent viewing numbers:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pivot_to_video

Vice went all-in on video, spending hundreds of millions to finance Zuckerberg's doomed attempt to conquer Youtube. But unlike other the rubes who got zucked, Vice found greater fools to scam, convincing giant, slow-moving meidia companies that the best way to get in on the Next Big Thing was to shower them with vast sums of string-free money:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viceland_(Canadian_TV_channel)

And yet, at every turn, through a succession of increasingly incompetent owners who bought the stumbling, declining Vice at fire-sale prices and then proceeded to hack away at the wages and tools its journalists depended on while paying executives salaries so high that they beggared the imagination, Vice's reporters continued to turn out stellar material.

This went on literally until the last moment. The memorial posted by 404 Media rounds up a selection of major stories Vice's beleaguered, precarious writers produced even as Vice's vulture capitalist leadership were pulling the rug out from under them:

https://www.404media.co/behind-the-blog-vices-legacy-and-the-idea-that-the-internet-is-forever/

True to form, those private equity scumbags locked all those workers out of the company's CMS without notice – and then forgot to lock down the podcasting back-end. That allowed a group of Vice veterans – Matthew Gault, Emily Lipstein, Anna Merlan, Tim Marchman and Mack Lamoureux – to gather for a totally unauthorized, tell-all session that they pushed out on an official Vice channel:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKT4OtDEJRA

It's a hell of a listen. Not only do these Vice veterans have lots of fascinating history to recount, but they also describe the conditions under which those blockbuster stories of Vice's final days were produced. As the "visionary leaders" of the company paid themselves millions, they halted payments to key suppliers, from Lexisnexis to the interview transcription service the writers depended on. Writers paid out of pocket to search PACER court records.

Not only did Vice's reporters do incredible work under terrible and worsening circumstances, but the Vice writers who got out ahead of the total collapse are also doing incredible work. 404 Media is a writer-owned investigative news publisher founded by four Vice escapees – Samantha Cole, Jason Koebler, Emanuel Maiberg and Joseph Cox, which is both producing incredible work and sustaining the writers who founded it:

https://www.404media.co/

All of which leads to an inescapable conclusion: whatever problems Vice had, they didn't include "writers don't do productive work" and also didn't include "that work isn't economically viable*. Whatever problems Vice had, they weren't problems with Vice's workers – it was a problem with Vice's bosses.

Which makes Vice's final, ignominious punishment at the hands of those bosses even more brutal, stupid and inexcusable. According to the leaked memos emanating from the company's investors and their millionaire C-suite toadies, the business's new strategy is abandoning their website in order to publish on social media.

This is…I mean, this,..

This is…

Wow.

I mean, wow.

The thing is, the social media business model is a giant rug-pull. They're not even bothering to hide their playbook anymore. For social media, the game is to encourage media companies to become reliant on third parties to reach their audiences. Once that reliance is established, the companies turn down – or even halt – the ability of those media companies to reach their audience altogether. Then, they charge the media companies to reach their audiences:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/06/save-news-we-need-end-end-web

Now, this wasn't always quite so obvious. Back when Vice was falling for Facebook's "pivot to video," it wasn't completely obvious that the long con was to take your audience hostage and ransom them back to you. But deliberately organizing your business to be reliant on social media barons today? It's like trusting your money to Sam Bankman-Fried…in 2024.

If there was ever a moment when the obvious, catastrophic, imminent risk of trusting Big Tech intermediaries to sit between you and your customers or audience, it was now. This is not the moment to be "social first." This is the moment for POSSE (Post Own Site, Share Everywhere), a strategy that sees social media as a strategy for bringing readers to channels that you control:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/19/now-we-are-two/#two-much-posse

Predicting that a social media platform will rug the media companies that depend on it today doesn't take a Sun Tzu – as cunning strategies go, the hamfisted tactics of FB, Twitter and Tiktok make gambits like "Lucy and the football" look like von Clausewitz.

The most bonkers part of this strategy is that it's coming from private equity bosses, who laud themselves as the great strategists of the 21st century, whose claim on so much of our global capital and resources is derived from their brilliant insight, which allows them to buy "distressed assets" like Vice, "restructure" them to find "efficiencies" and sell them on.

The reality is that PE goons – like other financiers – are basically herding animals. Everyone's hit on the tactic of buying up beloved media companies – from the 150-year-old Popular Science to modern publications like CNet – and then filling them with spammy garbage in the hopes that Google will fail to notice and continue to award them pride-of-place on search results pages:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/21/im-feeling-unlucky/#not-up-to-the-task

The fact that these billionaire brain-geniuses can't figure out how to "turn around" a site whose workers a) produce brilliant, popular, successful work; and b) depart to found successful firms that commercialize that work tells you everything about their ability to spot "a good business opportunity."

PE – like other mafiosi – only have one business-plan, the "bust out," where you invade a business that produces useful things, force them to pay your chosen suppliers sky-high fees for things they don't need, extract massive fees for your "management" and then walk away from the collapse:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/02/plunderers/#farben

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/24/anti-posse/#when-you-absolutely-positively-dont-give-a-solitary-single-fuck

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Daniel hears the !!!!! Inside his head and lets out a beleaguered sigh, letting his head slump over the back the uncomfortable chair he’s sitting in. It is 1o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday in mid November and they are at the Herman Miller store on Park Avenue because they need a new sofa for the condo. The condo that Armand purchased pre-construction sometime in the early 90’s and promptly forgot about until the formal assets were divvied up in the divorce. The dues were being paid automatically out of an account that had been collecting interest since before Daniel was born.

The !!!!!!! Grows louder inside his skull and Daniel resigns himself to the fact that he is going to have the leave the uncomfortable chair to see whatever monstrosity Armand has set his fickle little vampire heart on. At least this store doesn’t sell rugs. Or maybe they do. He honestly isn’t sure if there is anything the store won’t sell, up to and including the sales people themselves for the absolutely obscene amount of money Armand is spending while dragging him from room to room like a vaguely alarmed blow up doll. When they had offered up a private car to escort them to the warehouse offsite Armand had practically vibrated off his side of the spindly Eames sofa they had been sharing and directly into his elbow causing him to nearly spill the thimbleful of piping hot espresso he was awkwardly clutching. It had almost been worth the whole endeavor just to see the terrifyingly efficient saleswoman flinch ever so slightly at the upset. He is fairly certain the excited buzzing isn’t over a rug though. Thus far, Armand has attempted to purchase 83 rugs for their 2500 square foot condo, which to Daniel seemed excessive even by Armand standards. He had managed to talk him out of 14 of them but the remaining 69 were sitting in a rather alarming stack on their living room floor. Daniel wasn’t sure what Armand planned to do with them all. Maybe make a nest. Or slither himself underneath the stack and use them as a really, really heavy weighted blanket. Honestly, Daniel thinks to himself, maybe that would fix him.

Daniel heaves himself out of the idiotically named Coconut chair and makes his way out of the seating area and towards the back of the warehouse, following the growing sense of excitement emanating from a stack of particularly hideous sectionals. He rounds the corner and comes to an abrupt halt.

“No.” He says

“Absolutely not.” He says

Armand gives him a look that is half deeply offended and half deeply wounded. It’s pathetic. Like a wet kitten hissing at you. He sighs again.

“It looks like the chairs you sit in at the movie theatre.”

“Exactly!” Pipes Armand enthusiastically. Smiling in a way that manages to show all of his teeth at once.

“They have recently re-introduced the Chiclet line back into circulation, however, when I heard that there was an original in the warehouse…”

Daniel tunes out the rest and resigns himself to his fate.

“… you’ll notice that the condition is particularly suburb with minimal sun-fading on the seat backs-“

Daniel interrupts Armand mid-diatribe.

“And this will make you happy?”

Armand looks at him, across the back of the “modular seating arrangement” with his eyes slitted like a contented cat.

“Yes, beloved. This will make me very happy.”

‘Ok.” Says Daniel

“Alright, fine.” Says Daniel

“When can they deliver it?”

The terrifyingly efficient saleswoman from earlier appears suddenly at his elbow, proffering an iPad and a stack of forms. He jumps slightly to the left and is almost sorry for his lack of espresso, although her ire would absolutely not be worth the sad, wet kitten look Armand would give him if he ruined their “new” sofa before it even left the warehouse.

Armand’s joy is radiant.

Daniel feels like he should have put up more of a fight before abruptly remembering the gray prison aesthetic of the Dubai penthouse.

On the drive home, Armand gazes contentedly out the window. The lines of his back for once relaxed.

“I’m going to fuck you over the back of that sofa.” Says Daniel into the silence.

“Actually,” says Armand with an accompanying image beaming it’s way directly into his brain “I believe you’ll find that it is the perfect hight for me to fuck you over the back of it.”

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Introduction: Bring a touch of classic elegance to your home with our exquisite collection of Oriental rugs. Known for their intricate designs and rich cultural heritage, Oriental rugs are more than just floor coverings—they are works of art that can transform any space into a luxurious retreat. Whether you’re looking to add warmth to your living room or a statement piece to your entryway, our collection offers a variety of styles to suit your decor.

The Artistry Behind Oriental Rugs Oriental rugs are renowned for their detailed patterns and craftsmanship, often featuring motifs that have been passed down through generations. Each rug tells a story, with designs that reflect the region and culture from which it originates. From Persian to Turkish, these rugs are handwoven using traditional techniques, ensuring each piece is unique and of the highest quality.

Why Choose an Oriental Rug for Your Home? An Oriental rug adds a layer of sophistication and history to any room. These rugs are versatile, fitting seamlessly into both traditional and contemporary spaces. The vibrant colors and intricate patterns can serve as the focal point of a room or blend harmoniously with existing decor. Additionally, Oriental rugs are made from durable, high-quality materials that ensure they remain a beautiful addition to your home for years to come.

Caring for Your Oriental Rug Proper care is essential to maintain the beauty and longevity of your Oriental rug. Regular vacuuming helps to remove dirt and dust, while occasional professional cleaning ensures the fibers and colors remain vibrant. With the right care, an Oriental rug can become a cherished heirloom, passed down through generations.

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A Symbol of Devotion

 This is a fill for today’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF267 Gifted Violets] along with my @julybreakbingo  post July Break  Bingo prompt C2_B1 - Courting/courted in a different way than they’re familiar with.  

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Rating: General Tags:  vaguely canon compliant, gift-giving, courting Summary: Another gift from Tony finally sparks a realization for Steve.  Word Count: 374

“What’s this?”  Steve looked over the small pot Tony had cradled in one arm. The plant looked vaguely familiar: dark green fuzzy leaves and purple flowers with sturdy stems and delicately curled petals.

“It’s an African violet,” Tony replied,  “I saw them for sale at the botanical garden. I guess they used to be real popular back in your time.”

A warm feeling spread through Steve’s chest.  “Now that you say that, I think our neighbor had one of these.”  He took it gingerly, then cast his eyes around his apartment, thinking back to the first time he’d stepped foot in it.  It had come furnished, but the walls and shelves had been empty save for the few personal effects that Tony had sweet talked the Smithsonian into giving back to him.  

Tony then kept stopping by about once a week with ‘a little something’ for Steve’s apartment: framed photos of the New York City he remembered,   a bright rag rug that went under the coffee table and a colorful afghan currently draped over the back of the couch.  

Most times he brought food as well - from somewhere different each time and usually something Steve hadn’t tried before.  It was always delicious, though;  Tony seemed to have a knack in that respect. 

“The woman I bought it from said they like indirect sunlight, so I was thinking maybe over in that corner,”  Tony pointed over to a bookshelf away from the windows.  “They’re finicky about being watered, too. I’ve already ordered something to take care of that; it should be here tomorrow and I can help you set it up.  She also said they bloom year round, if you take care of them right.” 

“Kind of like  how you take care of me?”  Steve didn’t know if he was reading the situation right; he’d never been courted before, so he couldn’t be sure whether the gifts and the shared meals meant what he hoped they did. 

Tony’s cheeks pinked slightly, so Steve figured he was on the right track. “You’ve helped make this apartment a home, and I couldn’t be more grateful,” Steve continued.  “But I think there’s one thing missing.” 

Tony’s forehead furrowed. “What?” 

Steve took both of Tony’s hands in his.  “You.” 

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Reviving the Legends: The Timeless Appeal of the 1963 Ford F100

In the grand tapestry of automotive history, certain vehicles stand out not just as icons of their era, but as enduring symbols of automotive excellence. Among these legends, the 1963 Ford F100 holds a special place, embodying the spirit of American craftsmanship, durability, and style.

Let’s take a journey back in time to explore what made this truck a timeless classic.

A Design Ahead of its Time

The 1963 Ford F100 represented a significant evolution in truck design. With its clean lines, bold grille, and iconic round headlights, it was an aesthetic departure from its predecessors. The design language exuded a sense of strength and purpose, while still maintaining an unmistakable elegance.

But it wasn’t just about looks. The F100 was built to work. Its robust chassis and suspension were designed to handle heavy loads and rough terrain, making it a favorite among farmers, tradesmen, and adventurers alike. Whether hauling cargo on the farm or navigating rugged trails, the F100 proved itself as a reliable workhorse.

Power and Performance

Under the hood, the 1963 F100 offered a range of engine options to suit various needs and preferences. From the dependable 223 cubic inch inline-six to the potent 292 cubic inch V8, there was an engine configuration for every requirement. These engines delivered ample power and torque, ensuring that the F100 could tackle any task with ease.

Additionally, the F100’s optional four-speed manual transmission provided precise control over gear selection, allowing drivers to optimize performance for any driving condition. Combined with its sturdy construction and responsive steering, the F100 offered a driving experience that was both exhilarating and confidence-inspiring.

Enduring Legacy

Beyond its capabilities on the road, the 1963 Ford F100 left an indelible mark on popular culture. It became a symbol of American ingenuity and resilience, appearing in countless movies, television shows, and music videos over the years. Its timeless design and rugged performance have earned it a devoted following among collectors and enthusiasts, who continue to cherish and preserve these iconic trucks to this day.

In recent years, there has been a resurgence of interest in vintage trucks like the F100, as drivers seek out vehicles with character and personality in an increasingly homogenized automotive landscape. Restored examples command premium prices at auctions, while aftermarket suppliers offer a plethora of parts and accessories to keep these classics on the road for generations to come.

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We just had a stressful 20 minutes. Everything is fine now but man. Did not expect that! Sweetp tried to jump over the fence. We banished him into the house but then he pushed open the catio door?! Broke the caribeaner and was alone in the back!! And then in figuring out how to secure the door me and James were in the basement finding a drill bit and I accidently stepped on James's hand so hard they are icing it now. We are just killing it tonight.

Today was not nearly as stressful. It was mainly a really nice day. Mostly restful even if it was to hot.

I didn't sleep great though. I was not feeling amazing emotionally last night and was really upset. Which just made me frustrated with myself. And with James and with the world. So it wasn't the best sleep. And when I woke up I felt. Bleh. The sun was to bright. The world was to hot. But I went and got cleaned up and tried to feel better.

And I did. My hair was dirty and I was to hot. But I was having a nice day. Even if I was sweaty.

I continued to only want to eat Celeste pizzas. I would have my brownie from the farmers market. And then a little frozen pizza. I would spend the morning doing some stuff around the house. I did some cleaning. I moved the one rug from upstairs into the studio. I want to reassess the little room so I was thinking about moving things around in there.

I would try to deal with the heat with fans. I had one going upstairs and two downstairs. The backdoor open. Just trying my best to deal.

I had Ruby the Roomba going and she kept getting stuck today. But it was fine. I put her in the doorway pit because it was really dirty down there. There is a rug that goes in the pit and I will put that back soon. I want to look at peel and stick tiles for in there too though. I just hate the fake wood so much. It feels bad and it looks so cheap. But it's such a small area I am not super concerned about it. It's low on the list.

I would go out for a drive. I took myself to savers to walk around. I listened to music and enjoyed how full the shelves were. There were to many people and they are clearly reorganizing the store so there were a few aisles I couldn't access. But that's was fine.

I found a vintage house building kit I'm excited about. And a few pieces of clothing. Nothing super exciting but some basics and some things I think will be nice for work. Unsure once I tried them on but with some adjustments I think they will be excellent pieces.

I paid and folded all my things and went to the car. I was shocked at how overheated I was. I had brought a nalgene of ice water and it was the only thing keeping me going I swear.

I went to joann's next. They did not have the big eye needles I was looking for. So I would have to order those online. But they did in have a buy three get three sale on thread. I am running low on black and white so I grabbed some of those as well. The line took forever but it was fine.

I drove down the road to go to the goodwill. Which is not a good goodwill but I did find two excellent mirrors. One is a round one with a silver tray and floral details on the edges. And the other is a vintage catalog piece with shelves that I'm going to use for mugs. And they both were only $10 together!! Amazing.

I decided to indulge in a craving I have had and went to Sonic for mozzarella sticks. But I won't be doing that again. While they were good enough, the sauce was sour, and for 5 mozzarella sticks and a small soda it was almost $9??!! Insane.

I went home after that. I was to hot. And my ears were closing up again. Stupid allergies. It was nice to be home.

When I got back here I tried on the clothes. Mixed results but I have some ideas. I would have a snack and hang out with sweetp. Periodically I tried to do some little tasks. I mainly would work on a drawing for my teddy bear hospital and then worked on some research and planning for me and Mom's trip next year.

James would come home before 5. And after drying off would hang out on the couch with me for a bit. We would hang the mug shelf mirror. And learned how to use the Bissell cleaner we got as a house warming gift. There was a learning curve but I'm excited that we have this now. I want to try it for the seats in the car.

We would chill for a bit but soon James said we should go get groceries. And we did just that. (After working together to carry a shopping cart across the parking lot that had broken wheels) We got a little more then James had planned. Snacks and such. But I think we did good. Though we were twarted by an older woman who kept blocking entire aisles and then was in front of us at the only open register and took almost 15 minutes?? The people behind us were angry but I was just like. Confused. But it was fine. We didn't take nearly as long. Packed and paid. I was a little annoyed because James got the cheaper toilet paper and I felt mad. But it wasn't a really a big deal I was just tired and to hot and wanted to go home.

When we got back here James put thing away. And I would drag my rocking chair outside to enjoy the evening. James would bring a chair and a table out too. So they could be on their laptop while I was watching videos on my phone.

We both got a scare when Sweetp jumped on the fence. Scared both of so bad we jumped up and I grabbed him and put him inside.

We would stay outside without Sweetp. He would go in the catio and things would be fine.

Eventually we went back inside. And that's when I heard a sound and was like hmm. Weird.

Then a few minutes later I was like. Wait where is Sweetp. And that's when I saw he was outside on the other side of the catio!! He had pushed the door so hard he broke the lock!! I was so mad!

And like I said in the confusion and trying to fix the issue I stepped on James and felt so bad. But everyone is okay now. Sweetp is trying to hang out because he knows we're upset. But hopefully tomorrow we can try again and everything will be safe and no one tries to go over the fence!!

I cannot wait until we have a good fence and a better backdoor. Hopefully very very soon.

Tomorrow is memorial day! Me and James are going to their cousin's going away party in DC in the afternoon. It is supposed to be a rainy day. But that is okay. I am just hoping it is cooler.

Now though I am going to go wash my hair. Jamea is hanging the smaller mirror in our bedroom for me. I am tired and a little unsettled but I am okay. And I love you all. Goodnight my friends. Until tomorrow.