All the thoughts and ideas that pushed me out of bed so early
I woke up around five and got up. It's amazing the great ideas I get when I'm in bed! I love it!
Around 4:30am, I remembered the last crockpot had never been turned off. I imagined a pot of black charred soap. Sigh.
I pushed myself out of bed and went down to the sunroom where I turned it off, then went back up in the dark and snuggled down into bed. Then the ideas started coming.
Hides for the top of the tipi, the tall ladder in the tipi, writing in my journal in the wooden tipi, picking up another bag of garbage if I walk along the road past the neighbors up to observatory hill and down the other side to the beaver trickle-puddle-spring.
I thought of taking another bag inside the bag's corner, filling the first one and leaving it on the shoulder of the road, then continuing on filling the next one.
Then I'd fill another bag with birchbark from all those storm felled trees at the cliffs.
I thought of laying the tv console in the carport on its front and seeing if I could indeed remove the tv and then use the console as a shelving unit...after I build shelves in it, anyway.
I thought about taking the tv to the dump without a console around it. It'd be trash for sure. So how would that work? Could I dispose of it in the crushing dumpster or would I have to drive it to the other landfill site?
I thought about putting in the order to NDA in Brampton and then going in to pick it up as we go to the temple on Saturday.
I wondered how much time they needed to prepare the order before I showed up.
I thought about taking the two lamps back to the dump. I've a lot of trash accumulated around here.
I thought about standing by the stove with the soymilk as I bring it to a boil and then simmer it gently. I really need my tall pot for boiling it.
However, I used that tall pot for cooking soap over the campfire. I think perhaps not that pot. Heavenly Father, I need another big pot at the dump if it's thy will. Please. Thank you very much. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
I guess that's about the time I decided I'd get up
Around 4:30am, I remembered the last crockpot had never been turned off. I imagined a pot of black charred soap. Sigh.
I pushed myself out of bed and went down to the sunroom where I turned it off, then went back up in the dark and snuggled down into bed. Then the ideas started coming.
Hides for the top of the tipi, the tall ladder in the tipi, writing in my journal in the wooden tipi, picking up another bag of garbage if I walk along the road past the neighbors up to observatory hill and down the other side to the beaver trickle-puddle-spring.
I thought of taking another bag inside the bag's corner, filling the first one and leaving it on the shoulder of the road, then continuing on filling the next one.
Then I'd fill another bag with birchbark from all those storm felled trees at the cliffs.
I thought of laying the tv console in the carport on its front and seeing if I could indeed remove the tv and then use the console as a shelving unit...after I build shelves in it, anyway.
I thought about taking the tv to the dump without a console around it. It'd be trash for sure. So how would that work? Could I dispose of it in the crushing dumpster or would I have to drive it to the other landfill site?
I thought about putting in the order to NDA in Brampton and then going in to pick it up as we go to the temple on Saturday.
I wondered how much time they needed to prepare the order before I showed up.
I thought about taking the two lamps back to the dump. I've a lot of trash accumulated around here.
I thought about standing by the stove with the soymilk as I bring it to a boil and then simmer it gently. I really need my tall pot for boiling it.
However, I used that tall pot for cooking soap over the campfire. I think perhaps not that pot. Heavenly Father, I need another big pot at the dump if it's thy will. Please. Thank you very much. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
I guess that's about the time I decided I'd get up