If I don’t fall into the Black Hole of Facebook, something else manages to distract me. Today it was making the new header to match the new background. Last night (and a bit this morning) it was playing on GIMP. I guess that’s me. However, it was fun to make. The sea is many layers of a background that started as a geometric flower or star. I used a bunch of G’Mic filters to get the waves. Used another one…
Not the most exciting post. After working in my garden planting and transplanting, I thought I’d check out the Journal that comes with Windows 10. I read it had been disabled in some versions of Windows 10, but I still have it. I’m thinking it might be easier than opening Notepad or WordPad every time I want to make a note. I have sticky notes, but they’re really a pain because they’re either all opened or all closed. Besides, all…
At first he didn’t want his picture taken. Then he kept moving around. Really! He was there when I aimed the camera! And moving. Finally he sat down to groom. And moved to a more comfortable place. He’s a friendly boy (well, I’m 99% sure it’s a boy,). . . friendly . . . as long as I don’t try to verify his gender, or don’t try to pick him up, or don’t stop petting when he’s done, or don’t…
But definitely my mother’s daughter. When my mom was my age she wrote a local newspaper column (which I don’t do, but I blog). It was about her life as a retiree almost-farmer. She even had a few followers, but it was local and before the internet. I think she would have been a great blogger if she had the discipline a deadline at the newspaper gave her. Maybe would have anyway if it had been when she wrote the…
Tuesday My website is was down. Apparently the host was down, ‘cause I couldn’t get there to check what the problem was. And because my mail is through my website, that was down, too. If it isn’t a little, it’s a lot. So this Open Live Writer is handy. I can get a post all written and it’ll be ready to publish as soon as my site’s available. . . . Later Not that I got anything written. I got…
Wednesday That is, after all, what I am. Probably more so than even I realize. Wandering because, well, that’s what crazy ADD minds do. I no longer remember what it is like not to have music, or radio or tv talk constantly in the background. Most of the time I don’t think about it, but last night it was just creepy. Like it usually is with voices, it sounded like it was from a tv in a room down the…
My sister, Debie, makes jewelry and, once the pandemic clears sufficiently, will be offering bead therapy classes. Bead therapy came about because one of her friends so enjoyed playing with the beads as she chose the beads and helped my sister design the jewelry she was making for her. I don’t need bead therapy classes though, because Debie shares everything with me. She always gets more than she needs. Occasionally, she’ll even get some specifically to give me. She has…
And unstitching. The white lace just wasn’t working at the bottom of that patch. That was my unstitching. I may end up putting in on the yellow patch. After much debate about which stitch to use on the right, I decided on this week’s Beyond TAST stitch — Tulip stitch. I used a variegated teal/turquoise perle 5 for the detached chain part and a brighter turquoise crochet thread (compares with perle 8) that has a thread of tinsel wrapped around…
Since last I posted I changed my background and header. My plan was to make it autumn-y, but I saw the blue cacti and fount the site where I made the fancy-font title, so I went with it. Saturday my brother came by and chose a (very) few pears. By Sunday, so many had become ripe, I started making pear sauce. These pears a perfect for that 99% of them have to have wormy bits cut out, which makes them…
Today has been another day I didn’t do what I intended to do. Actually, that’s pretty normal for me. I was going to sand my benches. Instead, we picked pears. Whatever is left on the tree is for the birds… or squirrels. Or the bugs, particularly when they fall to the ground. We don’t poison our tree, so the fruit is always iffy. We eat up the best ones and dry (or maybe freeze, this year) the rest after cutting…