Thursday Nights
I like Thursday nights. ER, when it's on, sleep, and knowing tomorrow is Friday.
Dinner tonight was so good, but I could only eat half and I was full! Urp! Leftovers tomorrow. Burning Howard Jone's People from CD to iTunes. Quite a good album, and my face is in it, amongst all of them in the cd booklet. Ah, immmortality. Hey. Am I going to have to burn everything all over again to my new machine to keep my iPod happy? No, no, it'll just burn from the iPod back to the new machine. Man this is a good album. It makes me think of San Francisco, 1998-9. Living alone, but falling in love. Lots of nights alone in my pink bathroom, soaking in the tub among the salmon tiles....
I should put together another necklace tonight while watching ER. I need to make some bead sets. Yes. There's a woman in England interested in buying beads and pendants, and I'm making them willy nilly, no pattern, no way to put a bunch "together." Time to still practice, as always, but with more color focus, if nothing else. I'm not even bothering with photos right now, the new machine will make it so 10 times faster.
I wish I had more to say. But I'm just a swirl of contentment, of sighs and appreciation for breathing, and the blue sky when I am lucky enough to see it. Spring is coming. I will throw open the windows and do a spring cleaning of this house...as the one on my soul has already begun in the deep cold of winter.
Tomorrow DLJ will have his last weekday of freedom. I think he is planning to go on a bicycle ride. Funny, now we will have switched, he will take the train into Portland (he is SO excited to be working downtown) and I'm the one who travels by car.
Dinner tonight was so good, but I could only eat half and I was full! Urp! Leftovers tomorrow. Burning Howard Jone's People from CD to iTunes. Quite a good album, and my face is in it, amongst all of them in the cd booklet. Ah, immmortality. Hey. Am I going to have to burn everything all over again to my new machine to keep my iPod happy? No, no, it'll just burn from the iPod back to the new machine. Man this is a good album. It makes me think of San Francisco, 1998-9. Living alone, but falling in love. Lots of nights alone in my pink bathroom, soaking in the tub among the salmon tiles....
I should put together another necklace tonight while watching ER. I need to make some bead sets. Yes. There's a woman in England interested in buying beads and pendants, and I'm making them willy nilly, no pattern, no way to put a bunch "together." Time to still practice, as always, but with more color focus, if nothing else. I'm not even bothering with photos right now, the new machine will make it so 10 times faster.
I wish I had more to say. But I'm just a swirl of contentment, of sighs and appreciation for breathing, and the blue sky when I am lucky enough to see it. Spring is coming. I will throw open the windows and do a spring cleaning of this house...as the one on my soul has already begun in the deep cold of winter.
Tomorrow DLJ will have his last weekday of freedom. I think he is planning to go on a bicycle ride. Funny, now we will have switched, he will take the train into Portland (he is SO excited to be working downtown) and I'm the one who travels by car.