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.
The Fourth of July is coming up and it will be another holiday with a sick pet.
I haven’t posted in a while. Life is busy, and I am lazy when it comes to blogging.
For a while, I was obsessed with mixed-media art. Then I got onto a memory wire bracelet-making kick. From there, I moved on to stretch bracelets and then multi-strand stringing wire bracelets. My technique on the latter kind needs work.
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.
The prompt is interior.
When I was a kid, my mom had the Better Homes and Gardens Decorating Book. I loved this book! I would look at the rooms (all in 70s style) and dream of having my own house to decorate. As a teen, I read decorating magazines like House and Garden and House Beautiful. I continued to dream of one day living in immaculately decorated spaces.
Now I have a house, a husband, two inside dogs, a cat, and a lot of clutter. I will never live in one of those magazines. I have not made peace with that fact. It makes me anxious and upset when I see all of the disorganization and clutter in my house. If I’m feeling depressed, thinking about dealing with the clutter worsens the depression. I know there’s a way to overcome the problem, but I have other priorities just now. Yes, I’ve considered reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. The idea scares me for some reason. Sometimes I watch Hoarders and thank the gods that I’m not one of them.
I ordered a used copy of that Better Homes and Gardens book. When it arrives I will gaze at the photos and fondly recall my childhood dreams. The book itself will contribute to the clutter problem. I am sometimes not so smart.
Better Homes and Gardens Decorating Book on Amazon
The prompt is gone.
Is it a good idea to sit down and list the things that are gone from your life? Let’s see how it goes.
1) My childhood (but, not really)
2) My modern dance technique (mostly)
3) My mother (but she’s always with me)
4) My Cincinnati Reds toboggan – some call it a knit cap (lost a few days ago)
5) My strong desire to perform (mostly)
6) My beer can collection (from childhood)
Some, but not all of my fears have disappeared. I’ve lost some bad habits and gained new ones. Counting losses doesn’t feel productive, but it may be a legitimate way to evaluate one’s life. Self-evaluation is something we should add do from time to time. Right?
Mom and me.
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.