January 2025 - One Month Down ...
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fiat_knox This first month of 2025 was filled with nightmares, and surprises, and delights.
For me, the year began with my opening a bunch of journals: a dream journal, a Tarot journal, a diary, and something for my new Welsh course: a journal written in Welsh, for practice.
I think it's giving me practice for my handwriting. It's gone really small, almost indecipherable sometimes.
January is always a sad month for us. The time period between January 14 and March 5 marks deaths and funerals - Sean's, and Sam's. It also marks Sam's birthday - he was born February 1, and died February 21.
January 24, the anniversary of Sean's death, I did something big to take Mum's mind off the anniversary and onto something positive. I bought her a tablet. I'd promised I'd get her one since last Christmas, but I finally got one for her.
It was a Friday. She's still getting used to using it today. I've been gradually getting her acquainted with its functions and capabilities.
I had to get one for myself as well. Damn, but it was so hard to say goodbye to its predecessor, but its graphic drivers had begun glitching. It hadn't updated them since 2019, and it was still running Android 8, and unable to update itself to a newer OS, so I gave it a factory reset and put it with my other dead technologies. Rest in peace, little Odyssey.
In the runup to 2025, the last week, I taught my Samsung S6 tablet to swear. The alarm just shouts "For fuck's sake, it's fucking Friday" or whatever curse-laden title I've given each alarm. I just set my new tablet, another Samsung, to swear at me at a different time of the morning as well, so I don't just curl up and stay in bed till 11am or something.
I haven't programmed Mum's tablet to swear. Some things are a step too far.
Oh. I joined a Welsh language club. They meet on Mondays. I have to be up early to get to the place. An exercise in dedication. I'll try and come back here towards March, with a catchup post on the events of February.
For me, the year began with my opening a bunch of journals: a dream journal, a Tarot journal, a diary, and something for my new Welsh course: a journal written in Welsh, for practice.
I think it's giving me practice for my handwriting. It's gone really small, almost indecipherable sometimes.
January is always a sad month for us. The time period between January 14 and March 5 marks deaths and funerals - Sean's, and Sam's. It also marks Sam's birthday - he was born February 1, and died February 21.
January 24, the anniversary of Sean's death, I did something big to take Mum's mind off the anniversary and onto something positive. I bought her a tablet. I'd promised I'd get her one since last Christmas, but I finally got one for her.
It was a Friday. She's still getting used to using it today. I've been gradually getting her acquainted with its functions and capabilities.
I had to get one for myself as well. Damn, but it was so hard to say goodbye to its predecessor, but its graphic drivers had begun glitching. It hadn't updated them since 2019, and it was still running Android 8, and unable to update itself to a newer OS, so I gave it a factory reset and put it with my other dead technologies. Rest in peace, little Odyssey.
In the runup to 2025, the last week, I taught my Samsung S6 tablet to swear. The alarm just shouts "For fuck's sake, it's fucking Friday" or whatever curse-laden title I've given each alarm. I just set my new tablet, another Samsung, to swear at me at a different time of the morning as well, so I don't just curl up and stay in bed till 11am or something.
I haven't programmed Mum's tablet to swear. Some things are a step too far.
Oh. I joined a Welsh language club. They meet on Mondays. I have to be up early to get to the place. An exercise in dedication. I'll try and come back here towards March, with a catchup post on the events of February.
