Raining
So can’t go for a walk. Ok, it’s actually only drizzeling, but sounds like a good excuse to eat pumpkin waffles with molasses and have a cosmo. : ) A very very strong cosmo. whoo whee.
Thinking of starting a new blog. A smart blog that I can attach my name to and be proud of. In other words, one where I don’t say “My tummy hurts! Whaa!,” which by the way, My tummy hurts! Whaa!
I have to have a blog for everything. I’m addicted. This is my truth blog - the good, the bad, and the ugly. Then I have my story blog, and my ebay blog, and my family/picture blog. My sister has a kick ass environmental blog, which is the real reason I’m starting a new one. I wanted to call it redheadedstepchild, but that was already taken. Any ideas? It will be smart, environmental, political, feminist, artsy, literary, foody, etc. etc. Send em my way if you have any good ones. I know that as a copywriter that should be easy for me, but well, it’s not.
Just random thoughts tonight… I love the blogs I read. People are so adorable. I check about 3 every day and it’s just a treat when they’re updated. I need to find a few more because my favorites have become slackers. It’s like when I was a teenager (pre-internet) when I lived for the mailman to come. People are infinitely more interesting in print than they are in speech (well, some of them). They put more thought into it and then you can relive it over and over without having to rely on memory. When I was a kid, I used to wish that my brain was a tape recorder and I could organize it and review it at will. Actually I still wish that. Sometimes I think of a random conversation I had with someone and I just know that I won’t remember it in another day or year or decade. I guess I could just write it down, but sometimes that ruins it too. And then you recreate memories and forget have fo it.
We started a compost pile. Too lazy for an actual bin. J’s getting kind of crazy about it. As we’re scooping my left over split pea soup onto it, he broke into laughter and said “we’re hippies from fucking hell!”. I said, yeah, hippies who don’t know what the hell wer’e doing. If this actually does turn into compost, I”ll be shocked.
They have a farmers market at work. I stopped over and bought a foxglove, a jacob’s ladder, and a hollyhock. All for a mere $4.50. Sweet. My garden’s looking good. : ) I’m tired. Work is ok. I made an effort to be friendly. But still at 4:30 I was in a total funk. Work would be ok if it only lasted about 4 hours every day. That would be better. Well, time to work on my new blog. Look for it!
