When your puppies fly the nest, or something - Tactical Ninja
Jul. 7th, 2014
01:18 pm - When your puppies fly the nest, or something
Yesterday the YoT left home. Like, properly. With a trailer and taking his bed and lugging furniture up stairs to his Typical-Wellington-Low-Income-Housing flat and everything. You know the type, built in the early 2000s, monolithic cladding, two flights of stairs to get up there. But his room is large and north facing, and it looks like it may have missed the leaky building problems and will be insulated because it's new enough. He emailed me this morning to tell me they failed to get his bed up the internal stairs but that his computer is set up. Good to see he has his priorities straight..
I do feel a bit weird about it, mostly in a 'hope he'll be ok' kind of way. But mostly I'm just damn proud of him. He's come a long way from the angry kid that turned up at my place in early 2009. And realistically, we've seen stuff all of him the last few months between his night shifts and his girlfriend. So yeah. He knows the door's always open but it looks like my offspring is, well.. off.
I may have spent yesterday afternoon moving all my craft stuff into his old room, which is bigger and sunnier with better light than the one I had. In my defence, I've had designs on that room since we moved in, and he knew that the second he moved out I'd be in there. I'm just.. efficient. Yep.
Here's what it currently looks like:
Looking at all that stuff, we wondered aloud how I managed to fit it all in the tiny spare room. But realistically, none of the cupboards have anything in them yet, as I've inherited some extra drawer space and this requires a rearrangement of my systems. I probably won't have to keep my adhesives in the same cupboard as the electronics stuff any more, for example..
This afternoon's mission is to start replacing everything in its new spots. And build a rack for my hides. Somehow I've managed to accrue a bit of a collection, aided and abetted by khaybee and danjite, who scored me a couple of calf hides for next to nothing in a recent sale. I now have enough to need a rack. Ooh er!
But as you can see, the room is more than twice the size of the old one. I have the work table set up so I can walk right around it, and a dedicated sewing table which used to be the YoT's desk, that he left behind. It's big enough to cut fabric on. I feel spoilt.
Other things I did this weekend included finishing the horns and mask for the Saarebas costume. The horns are now firmly attached to the wig and decorated. I should really cut the hair so it doesn't stick out from under the collar, but before I do that I'm going to see if I can do some kind of knotting arrangement. I'm crap at hair cutting..
On the pain front, this morning was morning 1 without voltaren, and it was straight back to having problems putting the undies on, and being overtaken by little old ladies as I walk down the road. Doctor appointment revealed that she wants to test me for rheumatoid arthritis, gout, and lupus* among other immuno-inflammatory type things. If it's not any of those, I have the choice of continuing with osteo/voltaren for a month, then trying to get in to see a rheumatologist without a referral.**
I'm kind of hoping for it to just go away by itself to be honest.
* It's never lupus, right? The doctor did a double take and added it to the list really fast when I told her my maternal grandmother and one of my cousins had it. Eek.
** This is where the NZ health system gets expensive - when you don't have obvious indicators to qualify for publicly funded specialist treatment. I could go on a waiting list that may be over a year long, or pay to go private. With a referral, I'd be in within a couple of weeks and it'd be minimal cost.