Why I always seem stuck when I come here to write: this was the repository for my efforts for all those years. My brave, endless, courageous attempts to keep it all afloat and right — they were put here. I come here. I am in quicksand.
I was in quicksand.
Not anymore. Acknowledging something — figuring it out — is the first step forward.
Can we talk about how much I love NOT having to type medical notes every day? Can we talk about how much I love doing heavy lifting, physical work, moving displays, making art for displays, working at REUSE for my living? Be still my heart, indeed! I was on my way to work here. Decided to jump up on the fashion stump.
Today I am working furiously on business plans, personal mail and bills, and just cleaning up my art studio. What a ding-dang mess it is! I cannot function when it’s this bad, but I have been working on several projects and have pulled out way too much at one time. Henny Penny, I sure wish you were here to help me.
Oh, and I want to buy just one water plant today for the garden. Just one. Please. And thank you.
Woke up with a little bit of a sore throat. Feel great, however. Strained my oatstraw infusion. Took a fashion stump photo.
OK, so I took two pictures.
Stopped and filled up with gas. I have to drive to work today. Sat in a traffic jam because of traffic accidents. Sang really loud to my favorite Bonnie Raitt songs. I saw several accidents in this heavy fog we have today. One of them was an overturned tractor trailer.
I arrived to work safely, thank goodness. The fog is so thick!
Lunch was a salad in the cafe. With bread. Ugh. I know I should not cheat, but they do have the best bread.
Mixed greens. Garbanzo beans. Black olives. Broccoli. Cranberries. Ranch dressing.
Just dropping in with a few lines. Looking forward to live music tonight, a surprise from my sweetie! Off work. All the birdbaths are all scrubbed clean and filled. The hummingbirds have fresh food. The tomatoes from the garden are fine. I continue to work on closing down the shop and transitioning to a private studio. I think a Friday nap may be in order. Or wait…I have time to go shopping! The Steelbender is prepping for a lesson anyway.
Oh, and I am still working on family history. Pictured is one of my McNeill ancestors: Thomas McNeill born in 1849, my great-great-grandfather. His wife was Martha Jane. ❤