wednesday
The question:
30 If you could change one bad habit you have, what would it be?
Being so ready to jump out to say something. I interrupt people many times. I don't take time to think before I speak and then I regret it.
I got up rather late (for me) again today - 7 am. I'm noticing the difference in longer days already. Yay. I got an order for an etsy pendant last night. Needed to get that packed and out to the mailbox before I sat down to write here. And I have printed off some tax papers for a friend and need to drop them off in town later - I guess those are the important parts of my day. Since I will be going out anyway I'm thinking about driving out to Two Mile. It has been quite a while since I've been there.
I'm liking the octagon blanket much more now that I have the pieces joined. It feels good - has a heaviness to it. I think I will go ahead and put a border on it now (not wait till I get the mosaic done like I first thought I would). Dave seems interested in it more than he is in most the crochet things I make. He's looking forward to seeing it on the bed he says.
Other writing prompts:
29. strange children
Are children strange? I think grownups are stranger. Sometimes children seem like they are strange, but usually it can be explained by how they have been treated or what they have been taught. We had some strange kids living beside us when we lived near Sandy Lake. The oldest was so mean to her younger brother. Where did that come from? After we knew the family longer we did figure out that the husband was a wife beater. The oldest was repeating the things she saw at home.
30. what you see
I love what I see when I'm outside moving through nature. It's not the same in photos. Nearly every time I take a photo (and I take a lot) I know that it won't compare to the reality I am seeing at all. I'm just trying to record my memory of it. I was here. I saw this. Maybe if I'm lucky I can make a bit of "art" with it. But reality is the thing. It sparkles and shines. The colors are intense and there are so many more in reality than a photo can show. The depth of space. The air and it's smells. Sometimes I don't know why I even bother taking photos but I can't seem to stop myself. Always the hope that I can capture it and recreate it at least a little.
30 If you could change one bad habit you have, what would it be?
Being so ready to jump out to say something. I interrupt people many times. I don't take time to think before I speak and then I regret it.
I got up rather late (for me) again today - 7 am. I'm noticing the difference in longer days already. Yay. I got an order for an etsy pendant last night. Needed to get that packed and out to the mailbox before I sat down to write here. And I have printed off some tax papers for a friend and need to drop them off in town later - I guess those are the important parts of my day. Since I will be going out anyway I'm thinking about driving out to Two Mile. It has been quite a while since I've been there.
I'm liking the octagon blanket much more now that I have the pieces joined. It feels good - has a heaviness to it. I think I will go ahead and put a border on it now (not wait till I get the mosaic done like I first thought I would). Dave seems interested in it more than he is in most the crochet things I make. He's looking forward to seeing it on the bed he says.
Other writing prompts:
29. strange children
Are children strange? I think grownups are stranger. Sometimes children seem like they are strange, but usually it can be explained by how they have been treated or what they have been taught. We had some strange kids living beside us when we lived near Sandy Lake. The oldest was so mean to her younger brother. Where did that come from? After we knew the family longer we did figure out that the husband was a wife beater. The oldest was repeating the things she saw at home.
30. what you see
I love what I see when I'm outside moving through nature. It's not the same in photos. Nearly every time I take a photo (and I take a lot) I know that it won't compare to the reality I am seeing at all. I'm just trying to record my memory of it. I was here. I saw this. Maybe if I'm lucky I can make a bit of "art" with it. But reality is the thing. It sparkles and shines. The colors are intense and there are so many more in reality than a photo can show. The depth of space. The air and it's smells. Sometimes I don't know why I even bother taking photos but I can't seem to stop myself. Always the hope that I can capture it and recreate it at least a little.