have you ever come back home and thought, “How the heck did my tools end up scattered all over the house?” Because this just happened here. hammer in the kitchen, pipe wrench in the living room (why? there are no pipes there), and so forth. I need to corrall this stuff and figure out a way to stop the tool abuse. Do you think I should seal the thing with a cap screw or two? Or would this be overkill?
Why bills? Why do you keep coming even after I am out of money? I am sick of looking at you. If this continues, I will need a free bankruptcy consultation! You must slow down! Do not keep mingling and reproducing in my mailbox. You are not wanted here! Go play elsewhere! And take your friends, those unwanted solicitations with you!
It’s a grey rainy thundery day here. In June, which is supposedly the beginning of summer. I haven’t been outside yet to determine if it cool or warm and muggy. I have still a few chores to do before that. How do you like your summer weather? Hot and sunny to put you in mind of rolling back the bimini top boat, or drizzly to make you appreciate the beauty of roofs and air conditioning?
So, I mentioned that my house has reached a point of crisis, right? And it must be cleaned, yes? I’m working on it every day. Today, it’s the vanity that I plan to tackle. It’s cluttered and messy and I have to move stuff to get to what I need. Not happy with that at all. I will put on some music, and work on it for an hour or until it is done. Too bad I don’t have blackstar amplifiers at Guitar Center to pump my sounds through.
So, you know, I have been going to sleep to Songza. Oh you didn’t know. Well, yeah I have. I like that it lets me pick and activity or mood and then presents playlists to choose from. Last night, it was classical. Cello, bassoon, violin, flute, all those wonderful instruments. I drifted off in a snap. So what’s your go-to sleepy time playlist?
What are you up too this summer? How about you buy padron cigars and enjoy them with a bit of scotch on the rocks? Like, on a beach somewhere. prefereably. Me, I am cleaning and writing, because, apparently, I am taking the summer off school whether I want to or not.
I’m under a bit of financial pressure over it, but well=pleased with what I am getting accomplished.
Today, I ordered books. And also shoes. School starts for me on Wednesday, and a girl likes to be a well-heeled sapiosexal, right? I imagine that I will soon be rushing around like a true equestrian, but I hope to keep posting. At least with greater regularity than I have been able to manage in previous semesters. I;ve slacked off this time–only 16 hours!
It’s cold here. Last week it was in the 70s. What’s up with that crazy mess? I guess though, provided you have a good coat, it’s never the wrong time to do some pool maintenance. A little draining, a little cleaning, a little installation of pentair pool light. Just so when it *does* get warm again, maybe next week, you are ready.
I have a laundry list of things to do. This blog needs some serious maintenance. I don’t think I have updated the sidebars since 2010. You want to help with that? Because it’s not just this one, it’s this one plus 4 more. Yeah. So I’m putting it out there and I will just sit here and wait for all those blank employment application to roll in. You know you wanna!
It is December you know! What are you thinking about for Christmas? I like to do themes. Last year I did Wii oriented stuff. This year it’s board games. One year I did music. I got the kids assorted musical instruments. No one got a guitar, but there were drums and maracas, and a triangle. I whole percussion section. I did not buy them music lessons, though. I just wanted them to play and learn to love making music. And it worked!
Man, I haven’t been here in so that chrome didn’t even fill in the address for me when I started typing it in. Oops. This semester has me crazy. Nineteen hours was most likely too many. I can’t remember the last time I read an actual book, or wrote anything for public consumption. I miss it. But this semester is winding down, and I plan to get back to my non-scholastic passions soon. And maybe some beer making equipment, because I need more hobbies to neglect while school is in!
So, I am an introvert. Which they say I have in common with between a third and half of the population. So why do most folks look at me as if I had to heads when I call myself quiet? Or when I sit and think my own thoughts. Why is silence so frightening to people? Do I need to get some personalized pins to warn the general populace that I’m different and that I am okay with it?