Wine works well when the weirdos are getting on your nerves. Try one glass per nerve.
If you think you can escape life without a few scars, you’re not really living it. Learn new things, go new places, open up your world.
(….and by the way, perhaps this is why God gave us two hands….)
Ingredients: (Mix together any old way you want)
1 pot coffee brewed from fresh ground beans
1 hot shower including apricot almond (or other) aroma therapy
1 head of hair so short you couldn’t do anything with it if you tried, so don’t even try
1 lazy little dog who is going to sulk and not eat today because he’s been left with you, but that’s okay because he’ll perk up and like you just fine tomorrow
6 or more unread or half-read books and the joy of being able to choose which one you’ll read today
unlimited ice-cold crystal clear water (for yourself and your moody dog)
unlimited brilliant people and things to fire up your imagination right there on your computer screen
12 or more hours of sunny warm weather
1 quiet neighborhood in which to walk a sulking dog
1 opened bottle of red wine you forgot you had which needs to be used up right away because OMG, what were you thinking, you can’t waste red wine
2 or 3 leftover things in your fridge to go with the wine, no cooking required
Stir in the delicious fact that there’s
– nowhere you have to go
– nothing you have to do
– an entire day ahead of you and all the time you need to get there and to do it.
Well I’ve done it with the red wine again, although this time I did make an effort not to guzzle. Or tip the glass over. Those long stems make one’s beverage a bit unstable. Anyway, I’ve had a couple of glasses because when someone cracks open a bottle it seems a shame to let them drink alone. I like to do my part and attempt to be sociable. My teeth haven’t turned purple yet so I should be fine.
I haven’t yet run out of odd things around the house to use as blog topics for my crazy project 365. So here’s one of them. I’m sure I must be somewhere around “seven down, 358 to go”. This picture is one I painted years ago when I first started experimenting with tole. It reminds me of myself and my sister having one of our less violent tea parties. Normally we had them outside in the sand box where you could spill and throw things and it didn’t really matter. Time enough to act like ladies. This was also during my “way too much detail” phase and bubblegum cheeks period.
Today is the birthday of Buffy St. Marie, Canadian Cree, singer-songwriter, musician, composer, visual artist, educator, pacifist, and social activist. I remember her Fire & Fleet & Candlelight album from the ’60’s or early ’70’s, especially the Circle Game song. If you’ve ever heard her sing, you’ll never forget her very distinct voice.
It’s also Love Your Pet Day, so I’ll just celebrate my enviable state of being pet-less. Even a pet rock’s future would be uncertain in my care. (Remember the fish?) It’s okay. Here, have a glass of this. It will help us both forget.
I love red wine, but I think it gives me a screaming headache. Can’t think of anything else I did differently yesterday to deserve the pain I woke up with this morning. But it went away in a hurry, so I’m sure it won’t deter me from doing it all again. We had a very nice evenning out, bottle of red wine included. I’m trying to remember what it was called because if we go there again I don’t think asking them to give me whatever I had last time will get great results. It was red and a little sweet and came in a bottle and I think the name ended in a Y. That should narrow it down.
Today was birthday shopping day, because grandmas quickly reach the point where they have no clue about picking out the right thing, so best to take the birthday girl along and get it right. We have come home with yet another book about the Titanic, a copy of The Diary of Anne Frank complete with pictures, and a beginner microscope. We have a serious little growing up person on our hands. Right now she’s busy making her own slides. I wish I could help, but I prefer the ready made ones. The cashier suggested we look at bread mould and squashed bugs, which delighted one of us and grossed out the other.
Today marks the anniversary of the flying cow (Elm Farm Ollie, also known as Nellie-Jay, first cow in an airplane, February 18th, 1930.) After the flight she promptly changed her name to Sky Queen and thumbed her nose at her great great grandmother who merely jumped over the moon.
It’s also National Battery Day. We bought a dozen AA’s today so we’ve done our bit. I can’t imagine life without batteries. They’re everywhere.
Before we took off this morning we threw together a big pot of chili and it’s been simmering away in the crock pot all day. Nice to come home to a house that smells hot and spicy. After we eat it will be movie marathon night. One of us will pay rapt attention and the other will nod off. A lot. It’s been a fun full day.