Killing time.

I'm eating cantaloupe for the first time in 15 years or more!  It's soooo yummy!  I had to quit eating cantalopupe when it was making me sick.  Doctors diagnosed me with food allergies, but the more of this crap I live through, the more convinced I am that doctors don't know even half the stuff they think they know.  My allergist told me I was stuck with my long list of food allergies for life.  When I told him my dad had a ton of air/food allergies as a young adult and he grew out of them, my doc looked at me out of the corner of his eye and said, "That doesn't happen.  Allergies may cycle out for a while, but they will come back."  *thumbs nose at doctor*  With the cantaloupe now, I'm back to being able to tolerate (ENJOY!) all the *dozens* of foods he diagnosed me as being allergic to, excepting one: fish.  Fish brought me very close to death a couple of times, so I haven't wanted to just try it.  I want to get tested again to see if I can manage it now, plus I'm curious to see how I'll test to all the other things I once reacted to.  I bet you anything they tell me, "You must have never had allergies!"  *rolls eyes*  That would be typical of my experience with western medicine and why I distrust it so very much.

I'm getting my hair cut in a couple of hours, and I still don't know what I want done with it.  I figure I'll go in and give her a few likes and hates, and just see what she does with it.  I have to remind her I like romantic styles though.  She tends toward the boyish, blunt and/or trendy, and I still squirm when I see pictures of myself with that terrible bull-dyke haircut she once gave me.  *shudders*  I'm nervous about it, and I normally don't sweat hair stuff.  I've put a lot of time and effort into getting it long, wavy and healthy again, and even though I want it to have a little style, I don't want to have all my own work just hacked off.  ...  Well, it's just hair.  And mine grows *fast*.

After my cut, I go to wood carving class!  I'm half excited and half non-plussed, but the lack of enthusiasm just stems from being one tired introvert.  I'm looking forward to learning to use the new knife Craig gave me for the holidays.  I've done chip carving and whittling, and I've carved soap, but this is my first attempt at the whole learned technique and right-tool-for-the-job thing.  I have a project in mind that's going to require some basic carving skills, and I'm hoping this introductory class gives me enough skills to get me started.

Glass is my deepest artsy-crafty love though, and I'm still waiting for my glass order to ship.  *sigh*  I hope it comes today or tomorrow.  I could really use the supplies to finish up the gift I'm making for Mother's Day.

Argh.  I don't want to leave the house today.  I'm stupid-tired, stupid being a necessary word there.  I'm a little worried about handling sharp tools on the kind of day I usually don't even like to drive.  I need a silent and solitary day in the worst way.  Tomorrow then.