Don't worry, Lee, I am being productive for both of us. Reorg'd and rendered accessible and useful the living room closet, ditto'd the toolbox/maintenance/earthquake emergency supplies cabinet, slowly working on Matilda's bedroom closet, another Goodwill bag in progress, and planning to spend the evening making lemon cookies and working on the living room coffee table and miscellaneous crap pile.
For entertaindistraction, old episodes of
New Girl
are chugging along in the background (up to the S1 episode in which Martin Starr is brilliantly creepy--he's so amazing, consistently, but it's still always a jolt to see him playing a grown-up instead of Bill Haverchuck; I never have this issue with any of the other former F&G cast members, just him).
And Winston just started warbling "Defying Gravity." I have fallen utterly in character-love with him; he's just such an unabashed, whole-hearted, beautifully written benign weirdo. If I had won the Powerball (if I had bought a ticket), I would totally use my winnings to force every showrunner in Hollywood to borrow whoever on the NG staff is responsible for the majority of his lines and insert him into every show.
Anyhow, enough burbling. Time to take the composting out and throw myself back into the disaster that is the M-room closet.
Going to Target and a couple shoe stores and the bank wiped me out. I'm learning that I can't dash out the door without eating breakfast just because I'm not hungry; I'll crash and burn by 1pm and take the rest of the day to recover. Breakfast is necessary, and a cup of yogurt won't do it, either. I'm better off to have a big breakfast and have the cup of yogurt for lunch.
I went hiking!
earthquake emergency supplies
I don't have an earthquake kit! I probably should do something about that.
I think I'll hit the grocery store for avocado and veggie chorizo so I can make black bean burritos.
I went to a birthday party for a family friend where we sang a bunch of songs she has written, and it was great! I've got to figure out how to get more music into my life.
I don't have an earthquake kit!
To clarify, our supplies consist of a jug of water and a bunch of candles. It's not what any sane person would call a kit, at least not without giggling.
To clarify, our supplies consist of a jug of water and a bunch of candles. It's not what any sane person would call a kit, at least not without giggling.
So pretty much the same as our winter snow storm kit.
My favorite font is Calibri, and after that, Arial. My eyes aren't as sharp as I could wish, and if I can go sans serif, things are clearer and easier for me to read.
Beverly and I are, again, the same person.
I continued a kitchen reorg I started yesterday that saw me toss 23 bottles of old spices. I charged down to the local spice shop to replace the dust-old flavorings.
Then, I filed a complaint with the company after being shined on by the solo staff person who seemed to only be able to serve the folks half my age, while telling me how it would only be 2 more minutes. After 20 minutes, I gathered my apothecary bottles and left.
Middle aged invisibility...activated!
Otherwise, it was a great day and I'm headed off for a pine Kneipp bath. Sooo relaxing.
To clarify, our supplies consist of a jug of water and a bunch of candles. It's not what any sane person would call a kit, at least not without giggling.
Yeah, that's pretty much my hurricane season kit.
From way back, I'm one of those people who honestly has no idea what ball is in season at any given time.
I know when it's baseball season because that's when my Dad starts talking about baseball at me, and I eventually figure out when football is on because that's when all of a sudden my FB feed makes no sense.
Yeah, there are times on the internet where I'm like Football or Game of Thrones.
They are both bloody, but one has bigger words. but I don't follow either
