Friday Got the bathroom cabinet door fixed. It just needed a screw. While I was in there I wiped down the shelf I had to clear to work. When I was done I vacuumed the floor and put down a clean carpet. Next I went in search of my camera and microphone. My den computer is 15-16 years old and is still working great, but does not have those built in. I tested three mics before I realized that they…
It’s Friday
I had a reasonably long list of things I wanted to get done this week. I need to redefine reasonable. I probably should also keep a list of what I do manage to get done. It doesn’t seem like I accomplished anything, but I did get some things crossed off the list. I’m not sure what’ll get done today. There are still plenty of items on the list. Hmm . . . Maybe fix the bathroom cabinet door, which is…
Such a Weird Day
It started with my early morning dreams. I don’t remember most them (it), but I know that what I do remember was a continuation and the two people were talking about what happened. What I remember is two crewmen (man and woman) were settling into their hammock bunks in their spacecraft. The bunkroom was dark and foggy as if they were traveling through a foggy place at night in an open vehicle, but it was definitely a spacecraft and definitely…
Garden Work Is Never Done
I always plan to write something here every day, but then I get distracted. I guess I shouldn’t compare myself with my younger self, but it seems I get so little done. These sentences don’t seem quite related, but they are. I’ve always been distracted, but I used to move from one thing to the next and manage to spend enough time on each to have accomplished something by the end of the day, or the end of the week….
Hot!
Monday Although, according to my sister, it should be mostly raining through June here in Western Oregon, today is a wonderfully, beautifully hot, summery day. I have discovered in the past few days that my energy levels for outside work have dwindled a lot more than I realized. Yesterday I was watering the garden pots and nearly passed out before I was finished. I came in before I passed out, but, even though I wasn’t overheated, I was totally exhausted…
Teeny Scraps
I started with these: Proceeded to this: And ended up with this: Somehow the very first purple piece did not stay in place as I stitched it, and, of course, I didn’t notice it for a bit–until I cut away the extra muslin, actually. I think it turned slightly with each strip, too. Maybe, if I do more of these, I’ll draw a grid on the muslin to help keep it straight. Or maybe not. I kind of like the…
Today
I had decided on Monday that I would write a little here each day. Ha! The thing is that if I actually do something to write about, I don’t manage to get here. And if I don’t feel like doing much, that often includes writing here. Monday was Croissant Day. We “celebrated” by having roast beef on croissants for dinner. (Actually, Iqbal wanted that before we knew it was Croissant Day.) I forgot to check what Tuesday and Wednesday celebrated….
I Am an Amalgam
I was going to say conglomerate But amalgam fits better For me it’s various sources and various kinds. I am so “this and that.” Because of that, I’m pulled in different directions. Sometimes I feel like the hapless fellow in the old Tarzan movies who had each limb tied to a different elephant, each sent in a different direction. (Well, not quite that gruesome.) Some people can say “I am a writer,” or “I am an artist,” or scientist, or…
Stoopid Statins!
I woke up again today feeling like I worked all night swinging a rock crusher. That led me to spending the last three hours searching fatigue and muscle fatigue. I’m not sure what led me to the connection, because no one seems specifically to include it on a list of causes. Nonetheless, it’s very clear to me. It started shortly after I started taking statin medication. It grew worse over time, though eased considerably when I was off statins. Which…
Ah, 2023!
I was trying most of December to get here, but December is always the most stressful month for me, and this year I was host for Christmas dinner, which didn’t help alleviate any of it. Alex was finishing final papers until the day he flew out here, so he was a bit stressed, too. But then he was able to relax once he got here. Actually, so did I, partially. Iqbal’s always relaxed. We watched several movies and a lot…