Los Angeles is coming to NorCal! As I think I mentioned before, we have a very large bedroom in which we added a divider in order to create a little “retreat” of sorts in back. The rods are up, and at first I was considering getting these plain beige curtains made by the makers of the rods. Then I decided to look at scenic curtains. Wildflowers in a field along with a close-up of cherry blossoms were absolutely gorgeous, but I thought they might clash with the pink-purple floral blanket, so I decided to go with a scene of LA at night. More appropriate for a bedroom anyway. If I like the way this curtain looks I may get others in the future for variety… beaches, forests, flowers, etc.

I almost got the Manhattan cityscape, but felt that one was a little too lit up. Anyway, my city arrives tomorrow, along with a couple of sets of sheer curtains that were much cheaper for the dining area and by the front door. Pink roses for the dining room, green willow vines for the other.

For the last three years, I’ve had garden curtains in the dining room and a beach scene by the front door, so it’s time for a change.

What’s cool about the cityscape is that it’s not a drawing or computer-generated, but an actual photograph.

Been getting a lot of journal readers on Prosebox lately and I wonder why. It sure is interesting, though.

It was 67° in here when I got up at 8:30, and it’s getting down to 45° tonight. :-(

Where I was worried that my TSH would slip too low, now I’m a little worried that it’s on the rise again. Unfortunately, I’m an experienced enough “Hashi” to know the symptoms. I’ve been very calm, had to stop and think for a few seconds when asked for my phone number, and I’m experiencing more fatigue, even though that could be a combination of PMS and perimenopause. My joints have also been stiffer lately and less flexible. I was zipping up and down the house yesterday afternoon doing stuff and I felt “heavier,” even though my weight hasn’t changed. My skin isn’t drier, though, and I’m not retaining water, experiencing a hoarse voice, or losing any hair.

If I do find out that my TSH has risen, I’m going to be more convinced that my anxiety might have had something to do with the lower TSH than just perimenopause alone. I’d love to see it lower with me this calm, though.

Later…

The fucking woodpecker has been at it again. I really think we need to trim the trees even lower, like below the roof. Then again, because it’s me living here I’m sure I’ll be stuck with it for as long as I’m here.

I anonymously left the park a message saying that I was so glad a certain house is for sale because of all the rules they broke (kids, dog) and now this really loud car that wakes me up at night, just in case our hunch is wrong. We suspect they got complained on and are being kicked out. The contractor, who knows? But these people likely got caught breaking one too many rules for way too long. Just in case they didn’t, though, the office will now know what they’ve been up to, if the assholes have trouble selling the house, get frustrated and give up. They’ve already given up once before.

Last night I dreamed I pulled a couple of soup ladles from a drawer and decided I would use a large black plastic one. I don’t know if it was dark in the room or if I had my glasses off, but I could see that there was stuff in the ladle; just not what it was. I went to dump and flush it down the toilet, and then waved my hand over the motion sensor flusher which was this weird-shaped open pipe that was inside the toilet bowl.

Then there was something about a sculpture coming to life (a man’s face), and then me shutting the door at night before a moth got in that was fluttering about.

I was remembering my youth in another dream and thinking of how much I’ve changed physically over the years, as well as my way of thinking and my perception of time.

In the last dream, Aly tweeted a link to Kim about something she found on me. Some kind of information, I guess. I clicked the link but couldn’t read anything because I didn’t have my glasses on.