Ketchup
Apparently it's been about 2 months since I've posted. I am slowly catching up with everyone's journals. Mostly while driving to/from work... Currently I'm doing about 70mph on the Beltway. It lessens my road rage, honestly. Being slightly distracted keeps me from wanting to ram my vehicular bound brethren. And now we're up to 80mph. It's prolly some sort of miracle that I'm alive, given my texing/reading & driving habits.
I still haven't gotten the Internet hooked up at home. It can be an occasional hassle, but my iPhone compensates well for my needs. I've pretty much cut back my social netwonkiness to Twitter, Flickr, and Ravelry. Haven't logged into MySpace since July and still no Facebook.
I've been knitting and canning like crazy, my pantry is full of homemade jams and pickles. Many jars have been shared already, and more will be finding their way into the hands of friends and family as the holidays draw closer. I took sailing lessons, and am confident in my ability to pilot a 19' sailboat. I even took my dad sailing on the Potomac Whwn he was here in walt September. My photography has slipped, but I've been doing a ton of volunteer work with the USO, Miriam's Kitchen, a local retirement community, and the annual Crafty Bastards arts & crafts fair. Other projects (organizing my spare room, working out, transferring my dad's vinyl to mp3, sleeping) have suffered. I made a little money selling things on Craigslist, and will be donating a few more bags of stuff to one of the local shelters tomorrow.
Also tomorrow, a trip to the MD Renaissance Fair and possibly a detour to Ikea on the way home. I need a frame for a newly attained print and a serving of meatballs with lingonberries. Sometime soon I have to figure out what to do with all of the plants on my patio that have met the end of their seasons. Can't just leave a bunch of dead plants out there till Spring now can I? Also my birthday's coming up, and I'm kind of freaking out about it. I have some tentative plans that weren't quite working out the way I hoped they would, so I just nixed it all. When I spy the potential for disappointment, I tend to change course. Softens the blow.
I think you're pretty well caught up here. I'll try to be a little more consistent, but I rarely think my daily goings on are of much interest to anyone but me, and sometimes not then even. But there's been a lot of good. Know that.
I still haven't gotten the Internet hooked up at home. It can be an occasional hassle, but my iPhone compensates well for my needs. I've pretty much cut back my social netwonkiness to Twitter, Flickr, and Ravelry. Haven't logged into MySpace since July and still no Facebook.
I've been knitting and canning like crazy, my pantry is full of homemade jams and pickles. Many jars have been shared already, and more will be finding their way into the hands of friends and family as the holidays draw closer. I took sailing lessons, and am confident in my ability to pilot a 19' sailboat. I even took my dad sailing on the Potomac Whwn he was here in walt September. My photography has slipped, but I've been doing a ton of volunteer work with the USO, Miriam's Kitchen, a local retirement community, and the annual Crafty Bastards arts & crafts fair. Other projects (organizing my spare room, working out, transferring my dad's vinyl to mp3, sleeping) have suffered. I made a little money selling things on Craigslist, and will be donating a few more bags of stuff to one of the local shelters tomorrow.
Also tomorrow, a trip to the MD Renaissance Fair and possibly a detour to Ikea on the way home. I need a frame for a newly attained print and a serving of meatballs with lingonberries. Sometime soon I have to figure out what to do with all of the plants on my patio that have met the end of their seasons. Can't just leave a bunch of dead plants out there till Spring now can I? Also my birthday's coming up, and I'm kind of freaking out about it. I have some tentative plans that weren't quite working out the way I hoped they would, so I just nixed it all. When I spy the potential for disappointment, I tend to change course. Softens the blow.
I think you're pretty well caught up here. I'll try to be a little more consistent, but I rarely think my daily goings on are of much interest to anyone but me, and sometimes not then even. But there's been a lot of good. Know that.