thursday
I do like to write. Like to type on this keyboard. I just don't feel like I have that much to write about lately. Same old, same old.
Yesterday: stopped by Candy's with Dave so he could look at a place where the wallboard is coming away from the wall and cold air is coming in. He brought special nails and she had some adhesive that he used to fix it. Just before dark I walked the dogs around the edges of the property. I can make that be about a half mile walk if I criss cross in certain places. It was cold. I wanted to keep moving. The dogs were agreeable to that.
A picture I took last week by the lake on a sunny afternoon. Common mullein, very winter worn.
Still practicing Better Days. I like sad sounding songs. Wistful, melancholy.
Going to Berdella's today. I'm taking cotton yarn/thread to continue with the curtain I'm making. The big octagons are done. Now I'm crocheting the triangles that go between them to make a straight edge.
Stuff I want to avoid writing about but that is mainly on my mind right now: Money. Lack of money. The future without money. I'm even thinking I should go back into "business". Something I really dislike. But maybe I could set it up in such a way that I wouldn't hate it so much. I haven't enameled anything in a long time. Back when I was producing and selling enamel pendants were something I wanted to do more of. At least I would be doing something about the situation instead of just fretting about it. Even if I only made a couple hundred dollars a month it'd help out and justify the spending I do on the frivolous things I don't want to give up. That's where my mind is a lot lately.
Yesterday: stopped by Candy's with Dave so he could look at a place where the wallboard is coming away from the wall and cold air is coming in. He brought special nails and she had some adhesive that he used to fix it. Just before dark I walked the dogs around the edges of the property. I can make that be about a half mile walk if I criss cross in certain places. It was cold. I wanted to keep moving. The dogs were agreeable to that.
A picture I took last week by the lake on a sunny afternoon. Common mullein, very winter worn.
Still practicing Better Days. I like sad sounding songs. Wistful, melancholy.
Going to Berdella's today. I'm taking cotton yarn/thread to continue with the curtain I'm making. The big octagons are done. Now I'm crocheting the triangles that go between them to make a straight edge.
Stuff I want to avoid writing about but that is mainly on my mind right now: Money. Lack of money. The future without money. I'm even thinking I should go back into "business". Something I really dislike. But maybe I could set it up in such a way that I wouldn't hate it so much. I haven't enameled anything in a long time. Back when I was producing and selling enamel pendants were something I wanted to do more of. At least I would be doing something about the situation instead of just fretting about it. Even if I only made a couple hundred dollars a month it'd help out and justify the spending I do on the frivolous things I don't want to give up. That's where my mind is a lot lately.