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Good evening Squirrel Fans.

A little context for tonight’s quote: Arthur Dent & Ford Prefect, aboard the Golgafrinchan Ark Fleet Ship B, have, along with the crew & a cargo hold full of frozen middle men, crash landed on Stone Age Earth.
The Golgafrinchan Captain has transitioned surprisingly well to this change in circumstance & while the wheel is yet to be invented (well you have to know what colour to make it!) other survivors are trying to bring a little normality back to the situation:-

“A thin whine filled the air. It whirled and howled through the trees, upsetting the squirrels. A few birds flew off in disgust. The noise danced and skittered round the clearing. It whooped, it rasped, it generally offended. The Captain, however, regarded the lone bagpiper with an indulgent eye.”
― Douglas Adams, The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Off to spend some time in Night City, while the baddies increasingly get away with all manner of things in the real world they can at least be brought to justice in the virtual world.

Catch you all in the morning!

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you’re well & safe! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖

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#Journal of a slightly tired Dutch Pixy :pixy_party: (Saturday, 26/07/2025).

I didn't have the best night, but when I heard mum getting up, I got up too, as I knew she wanted to head to Nijmegen early for the chores and errands she had to run. I made some brekky, and after that, I got dressed so that mum could help me with my shoes. Before mum left, we walked a short round with Bas. There was a parcel coming this morning, so I had to be home while mum took Bas and headed to Nijmegen.

I got my tablet and started to write my bits and bops. My journal toot, an email to a friend, some other replies and such. When that was done, I grabbed my laptop and I worked on my journal blog post. I kept checking the delivery time on the parcel, and every time the window got closer, the time changed again. In the end, I got a notification saying they were delayed and they'd strive to "deliver that day before 22:00". As I had planned to relax on bed once the parcel had been delivered, the delay was a bit annoying.

While I was waiting, I tried to write a bit more for my blog. When I finally saw the delivery van pull up, I "quickly" got to the door to accept it. Then, I changed my clothes and got an ice pack, ready to relax a bit with some telly.

When mum got home, I helped with the bags. After she had some coffee and a rest, she helped me with my shoes again, and we headed out for a walk. After the walk, my scar and bruise were very sore again. I had found some special ointment that should help with the healing. So mum carefully tried to rub it in, as much as I allowed it. And then she felt what I had felt before...

I feel like a part of the auto-dissolving sutures is not dissovling, and it's still in my skin, under the scar. It's a spot that hurts more and it's warmer. I know that on the other side, there are still some wires coming from my skin. And they're still stuck there. So when mum went over that sore spot where no wires were visible, she also felt it this time. We are now monitoring my temperature again, and she'll keep checking the skin. If things won't get worse, we'll call the GP first thing on Monday and beg them for a quick appointment. If things get worse, then we'll need to contact the weekend GP, and that's always more of a hassle and waiting game. So fingers crossed we don't need to call before Monday morning...

I waited for a while for the ointment to absorb into the skin. Then, I got my cold pack, and I watched telly while I tried to keep the sore spots cooled.

I made mum and me some dinner and after that, we continued watching Daredevil. We finished the 3rd season and then we headed on to Daredeveil: Born Again. After one episode, mum was getting tired, so we got ready to head to bed. It took some time to get comfortable enough and when I finally started dozing off... Another buzzing terrorist came to haunt me! I got the repellent and quickly got it to all the parts that would be exposed. When I finally got comfortable again, I managed to doze off.

I woke up a few times during the night, but all in all, I did manage some more sleep this night. Because Bas was back at home, mum could sleep longer too. So it was a little later before we both got up to start the day.

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

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#MorningAll & #TZAG G’day Squirrel Fans, hope I find you bright eyed & bushy tailed!

Sunday has sauntered in demanded breakfast & slumped down on the sofa.

It’s a dull & rather cool start to the day here in deepest, darkest Yorkshire, breakfast has been had & we’re now relaxing with coffee & a bit of history on the TV.

Planning to go on a foraging mission to Costco™ later this morning.

Cashew later Peeps, have a fabulously nutty day #Today ! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖

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Good evening Squirrel Fans.

Commander Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch & I have similar views on the world it seems:

“Vimes took the view that life was so full of things happening erraticaly in all directions, that the chance of any of them making some kind of relevant sense were remote in the extreme.”
― Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

So finishing the day with another trip to Night City.
Catch you Peeps in the morning!

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you’re well & safe! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖

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#Journal of a slightly emotional, and a wee bit worried, Dutch Pixy :pixy_party: (Friday, 25/07/2025).

I didn't have the best night, and around 3:30, Bas left me, so there also weren't any snuggles to get while I was awake. I managed to get some sleep, but I didn't really succeed well enough. I was rather emotional, especially as the morning approached. Today, around 9:30, it had been exactly three weeks since we had to say goodbye to my sweetest gall. And I can still remember that moment like it happened ysterday, it's still very painful and brings me to tears.

I got up and prepared my breakfast. Mum was having hers as well. When we'd both finished, we took Basje out for a short walk together. After that, I relaxed a bit while writing for my blog and replying an email from a sweet friend. Before we had to go to Schijndel, for the memorial store, we had one more short walk with Bas, so he could do his thing and not need to do it while we were out.

The drive to the store went well, thanks to maps, and we found it without any issues. We were a bit early, but when we rang the bell, a nice, not too old, gentleman came and opened it for us. We had to go up one flight of stairs, but they were broad with a good rail, so I managed to get up without too much hassle. The gentleman offered us a drink, and when he and mum had some coffee, he went to business. He showed us the pendant, and explained the process of how he would add some bits of the ashes to the chamber in the back of the pendant. Then, I gave him the little bag of separated ashes, I held back some tears while I did, and he explained how he would separate some bigger bits, the whiter bone bits, to be added to the resin.

The whiter bits would stay better visible in the resin, as the "dusty" gray particles would only make the resin look more mirky. He used a sieve to separate some of the "best bits". Then he mixed the resin with the colored ink, and naturally I went with purple. When the resin had the right color, it went into the little ash chamber. The white ash bits were carefully added to it as well. Then, it had to dry under an ultra violet light. When it was done, it already looked beautiful. I was emotional, but also grateful, that things like this were even possible... The resin got topped with a protective layer, which had to dry as well. He asked about necklaces, and I told him that I was saving up for a suitable one in white gold, to fit with the pendant. He said that there was a special sort of silver, that as something added to it, that looked almost like white gold, color wise. He showed mum and me two types and one was really lovely. As I was at the max of my funds with the pendant, mum paid for the necklace, so that I could immediately wear the pendant.

We had paid and said goodbye to the gentleman. There was a supermarket around the corner. Mum and I got a few groceries, and then we headed back home again. All went well, and Bas was glad to see us. We did a short walk and then we had to wait for the parcel for mum to be delivered.

I was on the bed, with a cold pack, as the bruise/scar was "burning up" again, and feeling sore. When the parcel for mum finally came, and she tried it out, it was the wrong size. Apparently, mum had measured the smallest bit, not realizing that it also had to fit around the "wider" bits. So I had to start the proces of returning it. And mum measured again. They had one bigger size available, so I ordered that one for her. We'll be sending the smaller one back next Monday, so hopefully they will get it quickly and refund the money then.

Mum walked with Bas after all that, and when Bas had his supper, I started to make the meal for mum and myself. We watched Daredevil while we ate. Mum relaxed a bit after that, walked with Bas again, and then we watched Daredevil till bed time. I asked mum to check on the sore bit of my scar and there were still some threads "stuck" from the self dissolving sutures. As it's been three weeks now, we checked, and they should have been dissolved by now. So, mum and I figured that maybe, the thread isn't "dissolving" as it should, and maybe that is causing the extra pain and warmth in my leg. Mum will keep checking the bits over the weekend, and I will keep checking my temperature. If I get a fever, and/or if the wound starts looking worse, we'll need to call the weekend GP. If it stays the same as it is now, we'll call first thing Monday morning, as it needs to be looked at. Those threads need to come out. So fingers crossed that it won't get worse, and again on Monday, that we can get a quick appointment to get them to remove the last bits. Maybe that will make it all less sore/warm/painful, and I will be able to sleep better again... Loads of maybe's, so we just have to wait and see, and make the call when necessary.

Mum went to walk with Bas and I made sure everything was sorted for the night. When mum went upstairs, Bas went to check twice if she was staying there (because yesterday, she'd come down again when she'd forgotten something...). When he was satisfied that mum wasn't coming down, he joined me on my bed. We snuggled up best we could, and I managed to fall asleep and get three hours of sleep.

I woke up and needed the loo. After that, I struggled to get comfortable again, and I had some shorter snoozes. When mum came down and had walked a short bit with Bas, it was 7 am and time to get up. Mum was going to Nijmegen today, taking Bas back with her, unfortunately. So I would be alone for a few hours, as mum had to help dad with a few chores. So, I started my day, hoping that it would all go well...

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

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PS. for those interested in the ash pendant, they're not the best snaps, but they can be seen here: pixelfed.social/p/PixysSnaps/8

PixelfedCynni Pixy (@PixysSnaps@pixelfed.social)I have the pendant! 🥲 It's a white golden star with a few very small diamonds in it. On the back is a little purple resin bit that holds some of Arwen's ashes. It's a silver necklace for now, as I don't have the funds yet for a nice white golden one. But at least I have a bit of Arwen with me now. 💜 🐾 🥲 Alt texts made with AI help, edited by me. #RIPArwen

#MorningAll & #TZAG G’day Squirrel Fans, hope I find you bright eyed & bushy tailed!

Overcast & a bit grey here in deepest, darkest Yorkshire. There is a threat of rain later, but at least it’s not cold.

Breakfast has been had & I’m currently address in the problem of having too much blood in my caffeine stream!

No real plans for today, let’s see what Saturday has in store for us!

Have a cracking day #Today & remember #RuleNo1: Don’t let ‘em Cash-ew ! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖

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Good evening Squirrel Fans.

Reading tonight’s quote reminded me of my attempts at poetry :-

“That, lad," he said proudly, "was some of the worst poetry I have heard for a long time. It was offensive to the ear and a torrrture to the soul....We'll make a gonnagle out of ye yet!”
― Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men

So I have to see a man about a monster truck in Night City!
Catch you all tomorrow!

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you’re well & safe! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖 @weirdfolks #WeirdFolks #SquirrelsOfMastodon #TheMammutMoves

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#Journal of a slightly busy and tired Dutch Pixy :pixy_party: (Thursday, 24/07/2025).

Even though Bas was with me during a part of the night, it was a warm and humid night, and it took some time before I could finally get some sleep. Around 3:30, Bas left me, and I had to try and be comfortable without his snuggles. When the alarm woke me up, I had wanted to sleep some more. But I had promised to go to Germany with mum, so I had to get up and dresssed... I had my brekky and then mum and I let Bas out before we headed to Germany.

We tried to get all the groceries that we needed, and we filled up the car again. We went back via Nijmegen, so that mum could take the things for dad to him, before we headed back to Herpen again. Bas was very happy to see us, and I took him out for a quick wee when mum was busy with the groceries.

I was rather tired from all the hobbling around and getting in and out of stores and the car. So I made some food for mum and myself and then I changed my clothes into something more comfortable to relax on bed with an ice pack. Mum said that the bruised area was a bit warmer, but nothing too hot. But due to the nerve damages in that area, I felt like it was super hot. (That's also why I keep asking mum to check it, and I measure my temperature every now and then, to make sure that I don't have a fever).

The relaxing and ice pack did help some. I managed to send an email to a sweet friend and I wrote a wee bit for my blog. I really need to catch up with that, as I am all out of posts to share. I also struggle with writing some "decent" bits, as I feel that my grief and discomfort are taking over the theme of my blog. And while I know that it's only natural, I wish I could write something different at times as well.

I was getting a slight but annoying headache, as my neck and shoulders were sore from lying on my back most of the time. But I needed to cool down the bruises before I could attempt to lie on them again. But I knew I had to try, as my back could not handle it too much longer.

I was/am struggling with my emotions. This Friday, Arwen will be gone for 3 weeks. And we'll be visiting the memorial store where they will finish the pendant with some of Arwen's ashes. But also, it's been 6 weeks since my first surgery. If all had gone well, I would have been at the end of the first 6 weeks of recovery, I would be closer to slowly being able to do more again. But because of all the bad luck, it's only been 3 weeks, and several restrictions will last longer than the 6 weeks they initially would last. So I am frustrated with the pain, with the setbacks, with the loss of my big love. I don't know how to properly handle all these emotions and that's hard to deal with. And sometimes I lash out at mum, just because I don't have any spoons left to deal with her way of things and it then just triggers me. And I hope that mum knows this, I hope she knows that it's not really personal, but it's me struggling with all the emotions, the changes, the setbacks, and not having any spoons left to deal with more "different" things.

I made dinner for mum and me, and when we had finished it, we watched some more Daredevil together. Mum walked with Basje, as I was too bläh, and by the time that mum was ready to head to bed, we just started season 3. This time, Bas came to my bed as soon as he heard that mum was upstairs. When we had just snuggled in, mum came back down. So, Bas was gone again. When mum was done and back up again, Bas decided that he did want to snuggle so he came back.

We slept for a few hours, then I needed the loo. We snuggled up some more, until mum woke up and came down to walk Bas. When they got back, I got up too, as we needed to get the old paper and cart board out in time for the collection. I was dressed and ready, as much as I could be, to start this new day... Which would be a harder one, emotionally...

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

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#Journal of a slightly weird feeling Dutch Pixy :pixy_party: (Wednesday, 23/07/2025).

I started the day rather well. For the first time in quite a while, I had been able to have a rather "good" night. I had woken up only once. I slept about 4 hours, woke for the loo, was awake for a short while, and then slept for about 3,5 hours. It felt rather nice. I was just a tad sore/stiff from being in the same position for longer periods of time.

I had brekky and got dressed. When mum had helped me with my socks and shoes, we got ready to head to Nijmegen.

First, we went to the supermarket to grab some groceries. Then, we headed to my parents place. Bas was very happy to see us. Mum went upstairs to get some ironing work done. I used my tablet to write the journal Toot and to answer a dear friend's email. I wanted to work on a blog post, but then Bas wanted a walkies, so I got brave and I took him out for a walk by myself.

I had to correct him a few times, where he pulled on the leash and my crutch almost went out beneath me. But we was able to get some sniffs and wee's in, so I figure that he had a good walk.

Mum's help was running late, but when she finally came, and mum had discussed everything with her, she got Bas and the groceries, and we headed back to Herpen.

I let Bas out for a quick wee. Of course it started to rain before we got back to the house. I was a tad sore and tired, so after getting the groceries to the fridge and freezer, I got to bed with an ice pack. I took a painkiller, watched some telly, and hoped that the pack would help my discomfort to ease some.

When I felt a bit better, mum and I took Bas for a walk. We got back, and I was getting rather hungry, so I fixed some food for me and my mum. Then I watched some more telly with another ice pack in my hand.

After some more relaxing, we had one more walk with Bas. Then mum and I continued with Daredevil. My leg kept annoying me some, so I kept exchanging ice packs. And when it was time to get ready for bed, I took an extra painkiller.

Bas didn't want to join me straight away, as usual during his first night with us. After I'd been to the loo, I came back and there was a black furball waiting for me on the bed. So we snuggled up together and I tried to get comfortable.

Unfortunately, it was a warm and humid night, so I woke up a lot with sweat and itching feelings. Around 3:30, after another loo break, Bas left me and I tried to get comfy on my own. It finally cooled down a bit, and the humidity went down a bit too, so then I was finally able to sleep a bit.

When my alarm woke me up at 6:45, I was feeling kinda tired and a bit sore still. But I had promised that I'd join mum for the Germany shopping, so I got up and started my day.

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

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Good evening Squirrel Fans.

Tonight’s quote is a perfect description of how my memory works! :-

“The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.”
― Terry Pratchett, Soul Music

Right a bit of laundry to sort out before I hit Night City tonight … joy!

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you’re well & safe! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖

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Good evening Squirrel Fans.

For the nerds amongst us who know that that they managed to turn lead into gold at CERN one has to wonder what the dwarves would have done if they had had a particle accelerator handy:-

“For example, the dwarfs found out how to turn lead into gold by doing it the hard way. The difference between that and the easy way is that the hard way works.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Truth: Stage Adaptation

I got kidnapped by Scavs (Scavengers -don’t ask) in Night City earlier, now it’s pay back time!
Catch you all in the morning Peeps!

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you’re well & safe! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖

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#Journal of a discomforted Dutch Pixy :pixy_party: (Tuesday, 22/07/2025).

My night had been decent enough. Not too much time where I was wide awake and uncomfortable. So it felt good to be getting some more sleep in. Until mum was having her breakfast and she knocked down a tea glass. Fortunately, the glass survived (by a wonder I guess). But the bang it gave startled me and I was wide awake then, with a fast beating heart. When my heart was more relaxed again, I got up and prepared some brekky. Mum had to go to Nijmegen for an appointment, so it would just be me home alone for a few hours.

I got my tablet and wrote a bit for my blog. While I was writing an email to a sweet friend, my bruises were starting to act up, and I had to send the email so I could lay down for a while, to change my position. I tried to get on my side, but my bruises and swellings would not allow that. So I had to make due with being on my back. I used an ice pack for a while, to try and calm the warmer affected area. I checked my temperature, and I didn't have a fever, so that was good. I just tried to relax as much as I could until mum came home.

While mum was enjoying her coffee, I slowly got dressed. I tried to put my socks on, and it kinda worked. But they needed a good pull to be comfortable in the end. After that, mum helped me with my shoes, and then we headed out for a little walk. And it was nice to be out and to be using the muscles and all that, it also felt a bit sore. As my pants softly rubbed on my reddish bruised area, and with the nerves not working properly there due to all the trauma, it sometimes felt like a small part of my leg was on fire. But I kept walking on, as I knew it would help me with the rehab in the end. The weather wasn't too bad, so that was a plus.

When we got back, I got back into my shortama and I tried to relax some more on the bed. My ice pack had been cooled again, so I tried to end the burning sensation that I was experiencing. Mum said that the bruises were a bit warmer, still, as they had been during the previous days. But to me, it just felt like they were burning up. But that could be the nerves not handling themselves properly. Still, it helped to have the ice pack for a while, even though my right elbow was getting a bit sore from keeping the pack in just the right place.

After some grumbling due to not being too comfortable, mum and I decided to take the second walk before we'd get ready for dinner and such. My left hand is starting to struggle a bit with the crutches. My thumb has had two surgeries there in the past, and it's been bad ever since. But with the crutches, there's constant pressure on the bad part. So now, after a while, the thumb starts to tingle a lot, and that hurts a bit. When we got back, I got back in my shortama. Some more relaxing, until it was time to make some food for mum and myself.

With all the things that mum does for me, I always try to prepare the food for her (and myself). She helps with getting it to the table and getting it in the dishwasher. But all that I can prepare, I will. Every evening before bed time, I also set everything ready for brekky for her. So she just has to boil her water for the tea, and grab the stuff from the fridge. People always tell me to take it easy, but it's also good for me to do the things that I am allowed to do. It's not much, but it does help me to feel a bit better and less useless, if that makes sense...

When we had dinner, mum joined me at the telly, and we watched some more Daredevil. We finished season one and went on to season two. I was grumbling every time I tried to get into a more comfortable position, sometimes with some silly grunts that made mum giggle a bit. Finally, I decided to take an extra painkiller. I waited for it to kick in, with the ice pack cooling the affected area. And, after a while, I was finally able to lay on my side. My back and neck were very grateful for that.

Mum went to bed, and I scrolled a bit on Masto. I finished a blog post that I had been working on. And then I tried to get comfortable enough to sleep. After a bit, I dozed off. When I woke up again for the loo, I could not believe my eyes. As I had been sleeping for almost 4 hours in one go! Wow! I went to the look, lay on my back a bit with my phone and all, and then I got back to my side. And... I fell asleep again, this time for about 3,5 hours. When I woke up, it was time to get up and all that, as mum and I would have to go to Nijmegen later on.

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

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Good evening Squirrel Fans.

Romping thru L-Space I bumped into this little beauty & wondered how pTerry had seen my room! :-

“It was also a room full of books and made of books. There was no actual furniture; this is to say, the desk and chairs were shaped out of books. It looked as though many of them were frequently referred to, because they lay open with other books used as bookmarks.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

So off back to Night City, because when supposedly ‘civilised’ countries attack members of the W.H.O. One needs to find sanity somewhere!

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you’re well & safe! 😊🫶:party_major_squirrel:🖖

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#Journal of a "slightly" struggling Dutch Pixy :pixy_party: (Monday, 21/07/2025).

Edit: made a typo, had the wrong date number. Corrected now. 😊

Thd start of the night had been a tad rough. I had used the repellent I found the previous night, so that the buzzing terrorists would hopefully leave me alone. I slept for about 90 minutes, then I woke up for the loo. And I spent some time Masto, as I needed to distract myself a bit. I felt like I really needed a cuddle with Bas, so I quietly sobbed a bit while I talked to Arwen. 😢 After a while, I was able to dry my tears and finally get comfortable enough again to sleep some more.

I woke up a few times, but it was a little after 8 when I finally got out of bed. I guess a little plus side of not having a dog around, means that you don't need to set an alarm for them. But, in all fairness, I would rather set an alarm. Mum was having her breakfast, and I got dressed. She helped me with my shoes before she left and went to Nijmegen. I fixed my breakfast, and after that, I got my laptop out. I worked on my blog, as I had not done any work on my journal post yet, and that one should be ready the next morning. While I was working on my blog, a delivery person came to bring me the acrylic picture frame. I unpacked it, took a snap, and then rearranged the shelf so it would fit in nicely.

A sweet friend came online on PSN, and we chatted together. She was gaming and when I had finally finished the blog stuff, I was able to game some as well. I had a good time with my friend. And when mum got home, I went offline so we could head out for a walk.

We managed to get a decent walk in before the rain started. I was watching some telly and using a cold pack on my bruises. They were being a literal pain in the bum, and the cold pack helped to ease the discomfort some.

Mum went to bed for a snooze, while I tried to write a bit for my blog. Mum had asked me to wake her at 16, in time for her to take her meds. So, I wrote bits and bops and then I woke mum as she had asked. As the weather was dry for now, we just had some heavy rain with thunder, mum and I decided to go on another walk. My muscles and bruises weren't too pleased, but I knew that this was good for me, and in the end, this would help to ease the pain...

I did take an extra painkiller when we got back. Then, some more telly watching until it was time to fix dinner. I made chicken nuggets for mum and me, while we watched Daredevil together.

As I had already seen the series twice, I got my phone to write some more for my blog. When my hands were not willing to cooperate anymore, I had finished a bigger blog about Arwen, and a new quote blog. I would still need to write more on Tuesday, as the next few days would be busy ones. But at least I had two more posts done.

Mum and I watched telly until it was time to get some sleep. I had taken my meds, brushed my teeth, and then tried to get comfortable enough to catch some sleep.

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

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#Journal of a slightly exhausted Dutch Pixy :pixy_party: (Sunday, 20/07/2025).

It was a very restless night. First it was too hot and humid, and I was sweaty and itchy. Then, when I finally felt a bit better and I wanted to sleep, there came a buzzing terrorist and it attacked me during the rest of the night. So in the end, I barely slept 4 hours when I just decided to get up and get started. I tried to clean a bit in the kitchen, where I swapped out the towels and all that. I prepared breakfast for mum and then had my own.

I was working on writing a bit for my blog when mum came down. She said I did well enough and thanked me for preparing her brekky. When mum was done with brekky, we headed out for a little walk. It was said to rain later that day, so we thought we’d better off getting one in while the weather was still good enough.

We had a nice walk, after which I got back to bed to do some of my exercises. And then I relaxed a bit with some telly on. It was a lazy day where I tried to save up on some spoons. Watched a lot of telly, wrote a little bit for my blog (I really need to catch up on that, I am really behind on that), and tried to get some of my exercises in. I made my mum and me an omelet for lunch, which was quite nice.

When the weather was still OK enough, mum and I went out for another walk. We were back for a while and watching some telly, the weather gave us some rain. But all the heavy rain and thunderstorms they had promised us, it was a bit disappointing. There was some rain, but that’s it…

I made dinner for mum and me. And when it was all cleaned up, mum and I watched some telly again. I was getting quite annoyed with Twin Peaks. It was getting too slow, too boring, and the music was the same all of the time, drowning out the voices.

Mum was busy in the kitchen and then made the remark that I should clean out the towels because they were “hard”, so she figured that they were dirty. While she knew that I had changed the towels and these were clean ones. So I got triggered because it felt like a slap in the face. This morning she told me that I did good and now she tells me that it wasn’t good enough. Ugh… Later I realized that she was used to towels coming from the dryer, and she has a more expensive washing machine… I know the towels look a bit grim, but that’s their age unfortunately, not because they’re not clean…

Mum finally agreed that we could watch something different. So from the boring Twin Peaks, I got mum to start the first season of Daredevil. Which was a nice change of scenery. And mum seemed to enjoy it.

Then it was time to get ready for bed. I had prepped everything, so mum and I could head to bed after we cleaned up and brushed our teeth. When I was ready to get some sleep, of course as soon as I was ready to sleep, there was a buzzing around my head. Ugh, not again! I scrambled out of bed, and I managed to find an old bottle with repellent. So fingers crossed that it would still be good enough to scare off the buzzing terrorist.

After some time, I managed to get some sleep. I woke up a few times, needing the loo and needing to change my position. I heard mum come down, and dozed off some more. Then, I got up and started my day. I even remembered to get to the scale before I got dressed.

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