Good mornthing!

[blissmorgan]

Yesterday I got to bring home the centerpiece from the party I had attended the night before. I split it up and, including the one I brought to my brother’s party and gave to my mother, I made 4 full-size bouquets plus one that is a two-container bi-level (heh, bi) experiment in flower arranging that uses a small vintage cut-glass decanter and a Oui yogurt jar and sits on my kitchen window. You can see it over my shoulder there, actually. I always forget how much I like having flowers on the table, and then I have them and I’m like, “Oh yeah, I like this!” and then they die and I forget to do nice thing for me until next time.
 

 

I should start doing this on the regular. Not so much and so massive but, like, one pretty bouquet, to me, from me, every payday. Poverty-me/Frugal-me is going to be screaming about it internally, but romantic-me who is working on remembering to be in love with myself the way I was twenty years ago.... that part of me is going to swoon and thrive.

Maybe eventually poverty-me will realize that an $8 clearance bouquet once every two weeks is not throwing me into the gutter, and will practice mindful silence.

I do not know why, but it took writing this post up to this point to realize that flowers are part of my love language, and now I am trying to figure out why that is. I think it is a combination of Ye Olde Romance Tropes, in which bringing someone flowers is a sign of caring for them, along with my fascination of secret social code languages like the flower language of the Victorian era, and a hefty dose of what a big deal gardens have always been in all of my family, ranging from vegetable to floral depending on the person. Apparently I have this mental rockpoint that insists that Flowers Are A Big Meaningful Deal and are good and important both for romancing and caring but also for daily maintenance of joy - and as cut bouquets in part due to their temporary nature, which draws one to meditate upon entropy, mortality, the fleeting nature of all things, and therefore the importance of enjoying the beauty with which we are presented in the now.

I wonder if one of the reasons I stayed with the ex as long as I did is because, despite the many problems, he was really great about getting me flowers a couple times a year.

Monday Funday, as someone prone to rhyming and desperately pushing back against the Garfieldean "Ugh, Mondays" trope must be saying somewhere. The Spawn have all been fed and enschoolenated without incident. Secret Agent Lover Man has the day off today, and he is have the sleep, which is Right And Good. Normally the dude gets up at like 4am to get ready for work and beat the Boston-bound traffic and find parking. I am hella on board with him getting to sleep in on his day off.

I need to put up the Nightmare Fuel prompt over in the G+ community, and perhaps spend some time working on creating a community here for the writing projects that I have traditionally always done over there. I think I want to make it a more general forum that has other central themes in other months, but in October will always be home to the Nightmare Fuel Project. It is in its 8th year, and I don't fancy letting it go just because Google made a big mistake and is deciding to close an entire service rather than fix its problems.

Aside from that, my day is largely mundanity; laundry is laundering. I've picked up half the kitchen table and really should do the other half. SALM and I will be taking the time to go do an EX raid in Pokemon Go, and I have never actually done one before so I expect it will be a good time. 

Once the Spawn are home we will investigate the basement storage to retrieve fishing rods, and we are going back over to my parents' house. The lads are going to fish and hang out with my mom while I go down to the harbor with my dad and assist him with pulling the boat out of the water for the year. I was his main helper for that task when I was still living with my parents a few years ago, and so have continued on the tradition of helping him get the vessel in or out of the water. We have a good rhythm and shared knowledge, and I know my dad likes having an assistant that he doesn't have to tell what to do every step of the way - and my mom likes not having to stand knee-deep in the October ocean water at the bottom of the boat ramp.

I shall need to remember to pack an extra pair of thick and cozy socks to help warm up my feet after. I need to get more nice socks for myself, too. Can socks be a love language, do you think?

Hello, Blisstopia.<3

Comments

[wa_bob]

Good morning! Self care and self love are not selfish things but an important part of life that we are often taught are a failing. I'm relearning this myself and it is not an easy lesson to accept.

I hope today is a good day of enjoyment and that the language of love is heard more often. :-)

[blissmorgan]

It looks to be a nice morning! SALM is up and we are going out to breakfast (food is a love language for him). An entire load of laundry has been run and more is going through; I have nearly cleared the landing, so there will be vacuuming later. Good things are happening in Blisstopia.

Hullo 10-15

[darklilli]

It's Monday. Therefore the cats woke us at 4 am, hubby got up at 4:30 and promptly tripped on his own CPAP hose that had fallen down. He's gone to work, but the knee he fell on is the bad one, so he's in pain. Which means that when he does get home, there won't be sausage making like there needs to be. Grumph.

Hullo Bliss. I really could use a better cuppa than I have today. Grumph.

Re: Hullo 10-15

[blissmorgan]

Oh no, poor husband!

::shares some of the caramel pumpkin spice latte, because today seemed to very much be the day for That Kind Of Drink::

[johncomic]

I feel better versed in the hosiery language of love than in the floral, TBH. But yes please, provide flowers for your world on a regular basis, just as I provide music, and paper and pencil...

[blissmorgan]

Music and paper and pencil are all good and valuable things as well.

Aaaaa, your icon is Sweets! Are you a fan of Bones? Did I already know that and somehow forget?

[johncomic]

I loved like the first five or so seasons!

[blissmorgan]

Did you watch it all the way through to the end? I have Feelings And Opinions about some of the stuff they did.

[johncomic]

We stopped watching during the season where she was enceinte. Only heard about the death of Sweets via social media -- was glad I wasn't there for that and never forgave them.

[blissmorgan]

I watched through ti and man I was SOBBING and I was ANGRY

[johncomic]

I was angry just hearing about it third-hand.

Allo, Bliss

[rokenford]

It's late. Hope the day went well and the tootsies are warm. No one likes cold feets.

Long day is long but the dishes are done.

Start again tomorrow.

Re: Allo, Bliss

[blissmorgan]

The activities of the day went well, and the tootsies were warm. My smart dad brought a towel.

No dishes were done in my kitchen, but lots and lots of math. I think Middlest might be starting to grok some patterns.