

Tuesday and I am ready to call today officially exhausting. It's just now that I have found some time to carve out a few words before getting on with my drawing. yes, I want to draw and not type for a while and not edit stuff on the machine.
I have really missed fiddling with my pens and brushes and very soon I will be that person who has no time on her hands. I look at boxes behind me and the fact that very soon I will have to pack this entire house worries me because it's a whole lot of moving
Ever since I came to this country this is my 5th move and every time it's been hard. There are mixed feelings in that I will miss this place but also happiness from the knowledge that I outgrew this house; each step in life needs to be in a better place than the last and how glad am I to have found that space.
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I have just finished the first rising and second kneading of copious amounts of dough which will soon be made into a couple loaves of bread. One for moi and one for my friend who still doesn't know I'm moving and I have to break this news gently to her.
It's hot and exhaustingly humid and I am beginning to wonder how soon I will end up in a puddle in my shoes.
Also, why do I feel like another cup of coffee? A dietician once told me that I should 'honour' my cravings and that is a bit of bullshit advice to give especially to people who are dealing with overeating and obesity because can you imagine how they'd honour their cravings for thousands of caories worth of fast food? but to her credit, she told me that she gives this advice to people suffering from eating disorders. I am not suffering from any disorder except coffee craving and I have already had some a while ago, but my lord it was a small cup and hardly justifies coffee needs, so maybe I will make another cup.
Right then. Here we go.
More drawing updates coming up.
About that odd incident from yesterday.
I pointed it to her and we both gasped and screamed in unison when we saw little droplets of blood on the floor and a small trail of blood drops behind us on the same path that we had taken. Thankfully the store was empty and there weren't too many people because we were aghast and worried and scared.
I thought she had hurt her leg or something when my gaze fell upon her cloth bag which was red on the bottom and leaking blood and I was both relieved and grossed out because the blood in question was leaking from a couple pig livers my friend had purchased for her dogs and it had leaked out of the plastic wraps and somehow made way to the bottom of her bag and hence the mishap.
Her bag was quite the sight to behold because it had many groceries that were smeared with blood and now we had to bring them all out and place them on a sheet of plastic polybag and wipe them with wet towels and buy another grocery bag that very moment to transfer all the contents and by the time we were done there was a small pile of bloody tissues on our person.
Once they were all disposed of and we were sanitised, we laughed and purchased some handmade tofu.
It was all most weird and quite a Tuesday.
A third-floor house with a steep rent in a compound that was both beautiful and uptight about its visitors and the agent found himself fumbling for words in front of me to apologize because the house that he had called me for to see at sharp 14:00 couldn't be seen.
Apparently, the renters who were inside the house due to leave by next week didn't want anyone coming inside for some reason and the agent couldn't get a word in sideways regarding the same.
I sat for almost an hour in their clubhouse. My driver gave the agent angry glares and told him how unprofessional he has been and the dishonour such tardiness and unprofessionalism brings to his profession and that too in front of a foreigner. How could he waste our time like this..so on and so forth. It was almost a heated argument when I intervened and politely told the agent that we needed to leave because the clubhouse coffee in that compound was rancid and because I didn't wish to sit and wait any longer, in fact, I have blacklisted that house and that compound from my viewing and I told the agent to not show me any more houses in that compound.
The agent was extremely apologetic and thought that he had somehow offended me. Of course, that's not true but he wouldn't believe me when I said so and he kept his head hung low as I left.
Anyway, that was my day and now home I have eaten a bit and feeling refreshed I'm ready for the day.
I don't wish to crib about this but Shanghai summers are so awfully humid and unbearable. Yes, we have come to that point of weather again when the heat becomes stifling because of the extreme humidity and all I can do is complain. Just sitting here makes me want to switch on all the aircons of this house.