Sometimes I visit this blog and think 'OMG, it's still here?' I spend more of my time blogging
here about my various writing projects then I do on Crazy Thoughts rambling about my life. This has not been deliberate, it's just I initially started blogging as a form of free writing - a way to clear the webs from my thought before I attempted a serious project such as an essay or story. As a result I started Next Stop: The End (link above) because on writing project lead to another and very soon I no longer engaged in free writing unless I'm stumped (like today).
Crazy Thoughts also became a repository for allergen free recipes, and craft or soap related activities. I still make soap, but infrequently because the stuff last so damn long, though I can give it away quite quickly; I just haven't bought the necessary equipment since I moved, so it's an activity that's on hold till I need to make some more. I did make a yummy banana milo cake a few months ago, a recipe I will share eventually, but its still experimental. The only project of note was the
Handmade Dog Coat that I shared on my word press blog, and had to intended to share here too. However I've become increasingly busy since I started my Master's degree.
Yes. Master's degree. Totally Crazy. It's not the only change either. Poor Maxie had to be euthanasied because his cancer was causing him distress. At least he can finally see Luke again. Max still looked for him every time he heard a noise downstairs. Because of all the events of this year my aunt now has decided to sell up, and down size. The house will be on the market and the house de-cluttering shall begin. This won't be an easy task. I'm just glad that I've only bought clothes and text books since I moved in! Getting rid of most of my possessions, furniture and miscellaneous household items was not fun... Or easy because I still had not gain full use/strength of my leg back after the craniotomy and the fatigue meant i'd fall asleep in the middle of doing tasks. It was ridiculous.
Of course it would have been so much easier if the Ex had taken his clutter with him when he bolted in fear of what the tumour meant. I mean, seriously, don't leave others your crap to deal with; it's not fair.
