wednesday
The question:
30 What television sitcom is your real life most like?
I can't even think of one. It's been so long since I've watched something like that. The Real McCoys? Dave likes to pretend he is grandpa. Beverly Hillbillies? I'm granny. Or maybe it is Green Acres! Things are falling apart all the time and there are animals everywhere. Nutty people to contend with too.
The debate last night. Hazel figured out a way to get my cellphone to hook up to the TV so the three of us could watch it together via YouTube on the big screen. The debate was so dumb. So much yelling and interrupting. I couldn't even understand what they were saying half the time. Though I do think Joe did a good job appearing to be a normal and decent human being - though he shouldn't have called the Rump a clown (even though he truly is). There was a breakdown in control there. What a world...
Skye posing beside my busywork spot. While we watched the debate last night I started a new octagon for the crocheted blanket I had been working on. I quit for some reason last spring and it has sat there untouched in my corner for months.
Rainbows are outpouring this morning. A sunny day. It's my piano lesson day so I want to practice up real good before I get there. That is the main thing on my agenda.
30 What television sitcom is your real life most like?
I can't even think of one. It's been so long since I've watched something like that. The Real McCoys? Dave likes to pretend he is grandpa. Beverly Hillbillies? I'm granny. Or maybe it is Green Acres! Things are falling apart all the time and there are animals everywhere. Nutty people to contend with too.
The debate last night. Hazel figured out a way to get my cellphone to hook up to the TV so the three of us could watch it together via YouTube on the big screen. The debate was so dumb. So much yelling and interrupting. I couldn't even understand what they were saying half the time. Though I do think Joe did a good job appearing to be a normal and decent human being - though he shouldn't have called the Rump a clown (even though he truly is). There was a breakdown in control there. What a world...
Skye posing beside my busywork spot. While we watched the debate last night I started a new octagon for the crocheted blanket I had been working on. I quit for some reason last spring and it has sat there untouched in my corner for months.
Rainbows are outpouring this morning. A sunny day. It's my piano lesson day so I want to practice up real good before I get there. That is the main thing on my agenda.