I had a lion. We were playing, but when he started to get a little rough, I put him back in his cage.
In two separate dreams, I saved a young girl from a murderer. I remember repeatedly kicking the guy in the second dream through a Plexiglas door.
I watched this tutorial:
And part of this one:
I was inspired to search for royalty-free vintage photos of African American women. I'll need to apply my librarian skills to the task.
My mood was low yesterday. I think because I was tired. I wanted to have a good cry, but I couldn't wring out any tears. Chocolate would have surely improved my outlook. I will find some tonight.
Social media is dumb, but I do it for a living and take it seriously. I want to do it right.
My first piece for Science Node was published. It was edited a bit and doesn't feel like my writing. I plan to get a feel for what my editor wants and do better with the next one.
I finished listening to Don't Turn Around by Caroline Mitchell. It's the first of the detective Jennifer Knight books. Knight is a police officer in England with a connection to the paranormal. I was ready to listen to book two but found there's no audio version. I decided to read the Kindle edition on the Fire HD that I never use. After that I'll go to book three which is available on audio.
I'm also listening to DMT: The Spirit Molecule by Richard Strassman. It's about the scientific exploration into the psychedelic compound Dimethyltryptamine. Read the description here.
A community of geese lives at the pond near the assisted living facility where my dad lives. They walk up and down the sidewalk by the pond and sometimes cross the traffic roundabout to feed on grass in the median. Today some idiot hit one with a car. We saw it lying dead in the road and watched as five or so geese stood looking at him (or her). It was so sad, and there was no need for it to happen. We also saw a lone blue heron on the bank of the pond. That is one majestic bird.
I'm going to try and be productive tomorrow. I'll cook some food, take pictures of my bracelets to list on Etsy, and maybe list some sports cards on eBay. We'll see how that goes.
I have too many blogs. I update this one most frequently. It’s kind of a general-purpose place to document my doings. I have one that’s supposed to be about me doing mixed media and other types of art. There’s another one dedicated to my making and appreciating jewelry. I’ve had many a notion over the months to write in each one of these, but you know how it goes.
Last night I dreamed about the importance of documenting my life via blog or journal. I think I was able to look something up in a blog and figure out something about my life. I can’t remember what it was, though.
I’m convinced that there is an afterlife. I’ve always suspected it, but after listening to the podcast, Real Ghost Stories Online, I am a believer. Do we go on forever, or is there an eventual end to our post-corporeal existence? It can’t be healthy to dwell upon these matters. I should stick to the life that I have now.
Let’s face it. The world is pretty messed up, and there’s not a lot I can do about it. There’s not a lot, but there is some. I think that people who care about the well-being of other human beings can play a small part in improving things. I believe that my part is to get the message out that we can’t let fear control us. We can’t let others use fear to control us. If I had the moxie and the time, I’d do a Kickstarter to help people deal with the fear that permeates our lives. I’d start an anti-fear non-profit organization. I’d develop an anti-fear or pro-courage app. I’m not that person, though. I’m an idea gal. I’ll use my writing and my art to inspire others to take the kind of action they are good at taking.
It’s 2017 and I’m still here, but I sometimes feel like I’m running out of time. The best course of action would be to form a plan. Can I make a plan without the plan itself becoming my primary focus? Or, is that the point? They say that it’s the journey and not the destination, don’t they? Oh, THEY are wise.
I gave up on making New Year’s resolution. They set you up for failure. I do however, want to make some changes in my life this year. I have MS, so taking care of my physical and mental health should be my number one priority. That means making more time for exercise, and to do that I will need to put my needs before my father’s needs. Taking time to cook healthy meals is another top priority. Next on the list is my creative practice. I want to continue to make lots of art and jewelry. I want to start selling that art and jewelry. As the list grows, I begin to worry that I won’t be able to manage it all. I want to give up before I start.
That paragraph looked like a bunch of New Year’s resolutions to me. I think it will help if I blog everyday. I know, that’s another item added to the list, but I won’t achieve anything if I don’t keep reaching. This year, I’m taking a journey, and I’ll blog about. That’s the ticket!
Beginnings of a mixed media work.
I had the notion that I would be able to work a lot of hours during the holiday break when my husband is not working. Tomorrow is Thursday, and I have worked no days. I haven’t been feeling great this week, so was probably a good idea to get some rest. Still, I was hoping to earn a bit more money than I usually do.
On the plus side:
- I cleaned the cat room so it’s not quite as disgusting as it was. This is a first step to getting my art stuff organized.
- I returned the library books I had checked our for my Digital Humanities project.
- I’ve been doing a bit more art journaling than usual.
- I roasted some frozen broccoli and almost did a blog post about it–almost.
I’d talk about the stuff that I’m not accomplishing, but I don’t want to dwell on the negative.
I’ve been thinking about trying to do the bullet journal thing again. I know I wouldn’t follow through. It seems like so much work. I think the biggest problem would be my bad handwriting. I would always be judging the look of my journal. Improving my handwriting is another project I’ve had in mind. There’s no reason I can’t get going on that one right away.
I’m writing short sentences. If I had my druthers, I would go back and rework this post. I don’t have any druthers. Here’s a word origin note; Druthers is a 19th-century corruption of the sound of would rather or ruther. That could have been better worded, but I don’t care enough to bother.
Random list of wants:
- I want to be warm.
- I want to cut down on sweets.
- I want to have a plan for working out consistently.
- I want to write more.
- I want to think more deeply about dance improvisation.
I deleted the Enso game from my phone, but still have it on the iPad. It continues to mess up my neck. Making digital art on my devices is not helping either.
Digital art made with Dreamscope and Enlight.
MS note: Not a great leg day, but not an awful one. Too much sitting causes a lot of tingling.
Today, a picture of my cat Pericles came up on Timehop. It was from three years ago, and he was wearing a cone. I couldn’t figure out why he had a cone on, so I searched the blog. I found it was three years ago that he was at the vet for the bladder blockage that resulted in him being put to sleep. I was thinking I lost him two years ago, but my blog told me the real story.Thus, I was reminded of how useful a blog is for keeping track of your personal history. I decided it was important to post something right away. This is it.
I have a stack of documents that’s been awaiting digitization for a very long time. I think I’m finally ready to tackle it. Today is the day.
My car stereo stopped working today. It’s probably yet another blown fuse. The car is also pulling left; it must be time for an alignment.
I got a B in Digital Humanities. I wanted an A, but it really doesn’t matter in the great scheme. I am done with grad school. I feel like I can’t loudly declare that I have two masters degrees until my diploma arrives in the mail. But hey, I’ve got two masters degrees!
Here’s a weird digital snowman because this is Christmas Eve.
Made with Sketchclub for iOS and Dreamscope.