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Yesterday I drove with my friend to Lymington, to take her gran out for a Sunday roast lunch at a pub. It was a perfect Sunday distraction. I haven't gotten to spend time with my grandpa for ages, and he's been ill for a long time so I've missed the grandpa who could just chat about things. It was nice to borrow a bit from Aimee's gran. We had a delicious, comforting lunch and then went to her gran's apartment in an assisted living place for a cup of tea, and oh my gosh, it was such a Grandmother's Place. There were little ceramic figurines, family photos, weird and random Gran Knick-Knacks. It did my heart good to spend time with them. I'm still adjusting to life and the time zone change, so that plus a tummy full of ham and roast potatoes made me super sleepy, and I didn't post. I did end up posting the last two chapters of the fic on Saturday because I'm traveling on Wednesday.
Today I had to run a few errands -- getting a local SIM card for the phone, getting cash out of my Belarusian account as long as it's available out of the country. Some of the sanctions passed have only affected Russia so far, some have affected both Belarus and Russia. We all figure BLR will eventually be subject to the same banking restrictions, so in order to make sure our funds aren't stuck in a BLR bank account, my boss recommended we withdraw as much as we can to have cash on hand. So many of these sanctions and business boycotts affect the average citizens in devastating ways (see PayPal and the many independent artists in Russia who rely on commissions to survive) while not affecting Putin a single bit. I guess it's better than bombs, but still. It's just another layer in the shit sandwich of current politics.
That said, there isn't much I can do. I'm donating where I can and trying to focus on what I can control, like catching up on grading, seeing friends, reading books, etc. I'm going to get my hair cut here in England. It's been driving me bananas, so even though it's more expensive than I usually like, it will be worth it to feel comfortable.
I also need to boost my wardrobe since panic-packing at 4 AM the morning you leave a country isn't the best for organizing techniques. Unfortunately, there aren't a lot of plus-size options for in-person shopping, so I'll need to order online. I did buy some good snacks though. The Tesco's had Ranch Doritos! And Reece's Peanut Butter Cups! And ginger ale!
Okay, time to grade a bit more before heading back for a nice nap. Here is a snippet from the penultimate chapter of my spy!AU fic. Have a wonderful day!
Lan Zhan is sitting at a low table in the living room. Steam curls from a teapot, and two cups wait beside a plate of almond cookies. He looks up at Wei Ying and gestures to the empty space across the table from himself.
To an outsider, Lan Zhan’s blank expression might read as cold or uncaring, but Wei Ying sees the faint flame of hope in his gaze, still burning after all -- after everything. The bottom drops out of Wei Ying’s stomach, and he swallows around the grief and guilt and shame that wraps itself around every thought of Lan Zhan. Never mind that they had agreed -- that they had made the decisions together all those years ago. He shouldn’t have--
“Wei Ying. The tea grows cold.”
Today I had to run a few errands -- getting a local SIM card for the phone, getting cash out of my Belarusian account as long as it's available out of the country. Some of the sanctions passed have only affected Russia so far, some have affected both Belarus and Russia. We all figure BLR will eventually be subject to the same banking restrictions, so in order to make sure our funds aren't stuck in a BLR bank account, my boss recommended we withdraw as much as we can to have cash on hand. So many of these sanctions and business boycotts affect the average citizens in devastating ways (see PayPal and the many independent artists in Russia who rely on commissions to survive) while not affecting Putin a single bit. I guess it's better than bombs, but still. It's just another layer in the shit sandwich of current politics.
That said, there isn't much I can do. I'm donating where I can and trying to focus on what I can control, like catching up on grading, seeing friends, reading books, etc. I'm going to get my hair cut here in England. It's been driving me bananas, so even though it's more expensive than I usually like, it will be worth it to feel comfortable.
I also need to boost my wardrobe since panic-packing at 4 AM the morning you leave a country isn't the best for organizing techniques. Unfortunately, there aren't a lot of plus-size options for in-person shopping, so I'll need to order online. I did buy some good snacks though. The Tesco's had Ranch Doritos! And Reece's Peanut Butter Cups! And ginger ale!
Okay, time to grade a bit more before heading back for a nice nap. Here is a snippet from the penultimate chapter of my spy!AU fic. Have a wonderful day!
Lan Zhan is sitting at a low table in the living room. Steam curls from a teapot, and two cups wait beside a plate of almond cookies. He looks up at Wei Ying and gestures to the empty space across the table from himself.
To an outsider, Lan Zhan’s blank expression might read as cold or uncaring, but Wei Ying sees the faint flame of hope in his gaze, still burning after all -- after everything. The bottom drops out of Wei Ying’s stomach, and he swallows around the grief and guilt and shame that wraps itself around every thought of Lan Zhan. Never mind that they had agreed -- that they had made the decisions together all those years ago. He shouldn’t have--
“Wei Ying. The tea grows cold.”
