Monday, August 22, 2011
HOW EMBARRASSING
Did you see the date of the last post. Good Lord in heaven. It's too embarrassing.
What cha been doin?
We worked on our camp at Bass Lake this spring. Al did the work inside and out and I worked inside, the lunch committee of one was me. Living back at Bass Lake is hard living. No elec. no water, or indoor plumbing makes for hard living. Not to mention our little Ozzy, the blind doggie. Ozzy loves his house and not much else. The car, cabin strange smells back at camp in the yard, etc all stress him out very badly. The little love pupster breaks my heart when he cries. We have to take turns sitting with him to calm him down. But at Al's age he needs a rest a couple times a day.
Phoebe on the other hand loves the car rides, the walk into camp which takes us about 12 minutes, but is much easier than riding over that terrible two track.
I stayed out to camp by myself for 13 days, Al came out twice for dinner and once to spend the night. He had too much work to be back there every day. Oh well, someone had to enjoy camp, might as well be me.
I saw two bunnies this year. They just munched away on the grass around the cabin and were not particularly afraid of me or Phoebe. They must sense that Phoebe is 11 years old. To my wonderful surprise while reading in the gazebo one evening Phoebe was very curious sniffing the air then went to the other side of me and kept sniffing the air. When I turned around there was one gorgeous Bobcat! My first one to see, ever! The three other "Bobcats" that I saw were actually Canadian Links, grey, black and white fur. This smaller cat was brown and black. It looked at me for a second, then turned and showed me their short black bob tail. I was so excited.
Every day was wonderful. I read, sewed on my Reverse Quilting pillow, wrote letter for Snail mail to the kids and grand sons, ate, went to bed early and got up early to watch the sunrise every morning.
Later in the month of June, my computer gave up the ghost, called the Geek and he told me to keep the blamed thing shut down till he could come over and fix everything. Since Al's computer needs some serious work along with mine the $$$$ were going to be high. I told him to give me a couple weeks to collect pennies, look through purses, coat pockets, and old books that have dollar bills for bookmarks.
Then he got sick, his boys got sick, they are in Canada with mommy, long short of it, I was without a computer for 10 weeks. Life happens, and to be quite honest, did not miss this thing as much as I feared.
But was I shocked when he told me about the number of viruses on this dumb thing. I see a Mac in my future.
Well it;s almost 5 in the a.m. so I guess I better go make Al's lunch for work today.
Oh yes, the worst of this virus business? I lost over a 1,000 pictures on my Picasa program. And I see that so many of the pictures are missing of the previous posts. Including the dead coyote post.
If thats my only problem, then no complaints. Later..............
What cha been doin?
We worked on our camp at Bass Lake this spring. Al did the work inside and out and I worked inside, the lunch committee of one was me. Living back at Bass Lake is hard living. No elec. no water, or indoor plumbing makes for hard living. Not to mention our little Ozzy, the blind doggie. Ozzy loves his house and not much else. The car, cabin strange smells back at camp in the yard, etc all stress him out very badly. The little love pupster breaks my heart when he cries. We have to take turns sitting with him to calm him down. But at Al's age he needs a rest a couple times a day.
Phoebe on the other hand loves the car rides, the walk into camp which takes us about 12 minutes, but is much easier than riding over that terrible two track.
I stayed out to camp by myself for 13 days, Al came out twice for dinner and once to spend the night. He had too much work to be back there every day. Oh well, someone had to enjoy camp, might as well be me.
I saw two bunnies this year. They just munched away on the grass around the cabin and were not particularly afraid of me or Phoebe. They must sense that Phoebe is 11 years old. To my wonderful surprise while reading in the gazebo one evening Phoebe was very curious sniffing the air then went to the other side of me and kept sniffing the air. When I turned around there was one gorgeous Bobcat! My first one to see, ever! The three other "Bobcats" that I saw were actually Canadian Links, grey, black and white fur. This smaller cat was brown and black. It looked at me for a second, then turned and showed me their short black bob tail. I was so excited.
Every day was wonderful. I read, sewed on my Reverse Quilting pillow, wrote letter for Snail mail to the kids and grand sons, ate, went to bed early and got up early to watch the sunrise every morning.
Later in the month of June, my computer gave up the ghost, called the Geek and he told me to keep the blamed thing shut down till he could come over and fix everything. Since Al's computer needs some serious work along with mine the $$$$ were going to be high. I told him to give me a couple weeks to collect pennies, look through purses, coat pockets, and old books that have dollar bills for bookmarks.
Then he got sick, his boys got sick, they are in Canada with mommy, long short of it, I was without a computer for 10 weeks. Life happens, and to be quite honest, did not miss this thing as much as I feared.
But was I shocked when he told me about the number of viruses on this dumb thing. I see a Mac in my future.
Well it;s almost 5 in the a.m. so I guess I better go make Al's lunch for work today.
Oh yes, the worst of this virus business? I lost over a 1,000 pictures on my Picasa program. And I see that so many of the pictures are missing of the previous posts. Including the dead coyote post.
If thats my only problem, then no complaints. Later..............
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Sun Starlings and Woodpeckers and....Pottery
The sun has been out for several days now. It's wonderful to see and enjoy from the confines of my home. The wind has been blowing for it seems two weeks now, it wakes me frequently at night.
This morning as I stood by the kitchen sink eating a late breakfast I watched 1 to 6 Starlings coming and going, eating whatever bugs (?) on the bare ground spots in front of each garage door. Most people hate Starlings, Crows and Blackbirds, not me.
I enjoy the very activity of Starlings, they march, head down looking intently for food while doing this little Charlie Chaplin march. It's funny to watch. I have 3 crows that come and go in the back yard. One crow is there right now in the afternoon sun. It's pecking away at the little bits of suet that the Woodpeckers drop while they feast.
Crows are wily birds, careful, observant, used to being shot by some person. Well maybe not here, but in the cities where people hate crows. Next month the crows will flock in my yard and side yard where the beech nuts survived the winter and the deer. They wait to sprout, but mostly snatched up, gobbled up by hungry birds and animals.
I have numerous kinds of Woodpeckers in the yard now. Some this is their first winter, like the very pretty Red-bellied Woodpecker. The rest of them are around all the time. Pileated, Downy, Hairy, oh yes the beautiful Red-headed who I have seen only once at the bird feeder. He is so gorgeous!
Pottery.... now that is a very long story, explanation, excuse, procrastination, and great source of aggravation, frustration, guilt.....but my heart still is in the mud.
I put another 20 pounds of red clay in water last night and have not checked it yet. It had some white mold on it and smelled mildewey. It won't hurt the clay though from what I have learned about clay.
Regrets, Mary Mother of God, I have a lifetime of them. Let's see? There is no use of going down the mile long 60 year long list, I have one good reason, the best one in a lifetime for trying to do pottery. Well two reasons,
it will make me happy
Me being happy will make my daughter smile and probably shed a little tear.
I love you! Elizabeth, with all my heart and soul.
This morning as I stood by the kitchen sink eating a late breakfast I watched 1 to 6 Starlings coming and going, eating whatever bugs (?) on the bare ground spots in front of each garage door. Most people hate Starlings, Crows and Blackbirds, not me.
I enjoy the very activity of Starlings, they march, head down looking intently for food while doing this little Charlie Chaplin march. It's funny to watch. I have 3 crows that come and go in the back yard. One crow is there right now in the afternoon sun. It's pecking away at the little bits of suet that the Woodpeckers drop while they feast.
Crows are wily birds, careful, observant, used to being shot by some person. Well maybe not here, but in the cities where people hate crows. Next month the crows will flock in my yard and side yard where the beech nuts survived the winter and the deer. They wait to sprout, but mostly snatched up, gobbled up by hungry birds and animals.
I have numerous kinds of Woodpeckers in the yard now. Some this is their first winter, like the very pretty Red-bellied Woodpecker. The rest of them are around all the time. Pileated, Downy, Hairy, oh yes the beautiful Red-headed who I have seen only once at the bird feeder. He is so gorgeous!
Pottery.... now that is a very long story, explanation, excuse, procrastination, and great source of aggravation, frustration, guilt.....but my heart still is in the mud.
I put another 20 pounds of red clay in water last night and have not checked it yet. It had some white mold on it and smelled mildewey. It won't hurt the clay though from what I have learned about clay.
Regrets, Mary Mother of God, I have a lifetime of them. Let's see? There is no use of going down the mile long 60 year long list, I have one good reason, the best one in a lifetime for trying to do pottery. Well two reasons,
it will make me happy
Me being happy will make my daughter smile and probably shed a little tear.
I love you! Elizabeth, with all my heart and soul.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Pottery and Soup
I have been on the net, as usual, scouring site of potters. Getting back into pottery is slow. I have two buckets of reclaimed clay, one porcelain and the other red earthenware. It is well homogenized with the water and sitting to firm up getting ready for something handbuilt.
I found some very intering incised stamps to make myself to imprint tiles or any other item, and am excited about that project.
I also read tons of blogs that other potters have on the net. No lack of them! Thank goodness I don't want to sell my work, the world all over is saturated with etsy.com sites to sell potters work. No selling for me, just projects that I want for myself.
Some of the things that I want to make;
Wall sconces
cups, tiny tea cups
Stamps for my own work
tiles for my house
cannisters for the kitchen
Christmas ornaments
Dishes of sorts, serving bowls, cereal bowls
A big bean pot for baked beans
pie plates
etc. etc. etc.
But today it was cold outside and I had fresh broccoli. We like cream of broc soup, so I made a small recipe for 4 servings, with bacon.
Here is the recipe
3 C Broccoli, stems removed and chopped small
1/2 small onion chopped small
3/4 C Diced cooked Ham or 3 slices crisp fried bacon.
2 C Chicken stock or 2 C water and 3 Tablespoons chicken soup base mix
2 C Half & Half, or Milk for less fat.
Salt & Pepper to taste
3 Tablespoons Olive Oil
2 Tablespoons bacon grease, left from bacon combine with 2 Tablespoons of butter.
OR
4 Tablespoons Butter
6-7 Tablespoons white flour.
You will need a saute pan and a soup pot for this recipe.
Cut stems from Broccoli, using only the most tender parts of stem, Chop onion and broccoli stems and saute in the Olive Oil, till barely tender, about 3-4 minutes. Use the soup pot to add Broccoli florets and water or chicken stock and cook on low heat for about 5 minutes, till barely tender Saute Ham or crisp fry bacon, Add, meat to soup mixture.
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Using reserved grease, OR use butter to make a roux with 6-7 tablespoons white flour. Add half and half or milk stirring constantly to prevent lumps. Add cooked broccoli with liquid into the roux gravy in small amounts to prevent lumping, stirring constantly keep adding the rest of cooked broc till all combined. With heat very low continue to cook, taste to season and continue to heat till done. about 5 minutes
Makes 4-5 servings.
Salty flavor in this recipe comes from the chicken soup base and bacon, add more to suit your taste.
I found some very intering incised stamps to make myself to imprint tiles or any other item, and am excited about that project.
I also read tons of blogs that other potters have on the net. No lack of them! Thank goodness I don't want to sell my work, the world all over is saturated with etsy.com sites to sell potters work. No selling for me, just projects that I want for myself.
Some of the things that I want to make;
Wall sconces
cups, tiny tea cups
Stamps for my own work
tiles for my house
cannisters for the kitchen
Christmas ornaments
Dishes of sorts, serving bowls, cereal bowls
A big bean pot for baked beans
pie plates
etc. etc. etc.
But today it was cold outside and I had fresh broccoli. We like cream of broc soup, so I made a small recipe for 4 servings, with bacon.
Here is the recipe
3 C Broccoli, stems removed and chopped small
1/2 small onion chopped small
3/4 C Diced cooked Ham or 3 slices crisp fried bacon.
2 C Chicken stock or 2 C water and 3 Tablespoons chicken soup base mix
2 C Half & Half, or Milk for less fat.
Salt & Pepper to taste
3 Tablespoons Olive Oil
2 Tablespoons bacon grease, left from bacon combine with 2 Tablespoons of butter.
OR
4 Tablespoons Butter
6-7 Tablespoons white flour.
You will need a saute pan and a soup pot for this recipe.
Cut stems from Broccoli, using only the most tender parts of stem, Chop onion and broccoli stems and saute in the Olive Oil, till barely tender, about 3-4 minutes. Use the soup pot to add Broccoli florets and water or chicken stock and cook on low heat for about 5 minutes, till barely tender Saute Ham or crisp fry bacon, Add, meat to soup mixture.
.
Using reserved grease, OR use butter to make a roux with 6-7 tablespoons white flour. Add half and half or milk stirring constantly to prevent lumps. Add cooked broccoli with liquid into the roux gravy in small amounts to prevent lumping, stirring constantly keep adding the rest of cooked broc till all combined. With heat very low continue to cook, taste to season and continue to heat till done. about 5 minutes
Makes 4-5 servings.
Salty flavor in this recipe comes from the chicken soup base and bacon, add more to suit your taste.
One Less Coyote
Last Wednesday the coyote came back as my husband and I came home from the store. We were gone a total of about 15 minutes. In that time, I think the coyote slipped under the back porch. When we headed for the back door the coyote slipped out from the other end of the back porch. I reached for the loaded rifle behind the back door and gave it to Al. I crept to the front door to see if the coyote would again go down the driveway instead of the deep snow. This image kept replaying in my mind. I looked out the door and there hiding at the side of the porch, Coyote literally peeked around the lattice work to look for his enemy, Man! Al was still behind the house, but with a view of the driveway. Coyote crept down the front path to the driveway, stood looking at the back of the house, apparently not seeing Al. So Coyote started down the driveway, that was when he got the first cartridge of buckshot. His leg hurting he turned and looked at Al again in time for the second gunshot blast. He was dead almost instantly. Thank you Lord, for a clean kill and the poor sickly animal did not suffer any longer.
It was all very disturbing for me, having lived in hunting country for so many decades but never having seen any animal killed the scenario was imprinted in my brain. I thought of it for days and was tortured by the scene over and over again. Until Saturday morning, waking and immediately seeing the vision of that desperate animal peeking around the porch for an escape. ((((((shudder)))))) I had to talk to myself. Coyote was full of Mange parasites, had lost all the hair off it's tail and bald spots on his legs and rump it was suffering horribly and starving. Shunned from the pack it was on it's own. Well.....I hope he is in Coyote heaven and eating grass instead of bunnies.
It was all very disturbing for me, having lived in hunting country for so many decades but never having seen any animal killed the scenario was imprinted in my brain. I thought of it for days and was tortured by the scene over and over again. Until Saturday morning, waking and immediately seeing the vision of that desperate animal peeking around the porch for an escape. ((((((shudder)))))) I had to talk to myself. Coyote was full of Mange parasites, had lost all the hair off it's tail and bald spots on his legs and rump it was suffering horribly and starving. Shunned from the pack it was on it's own. Well.....I hope he is in Coyote heaven and eating grass instead of bunnies.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Coyote is back
At 8 a.m. this morning my husband said "look in the driveway!" There was the coyote in daylight, again, coming down our driveway. It must have heard us in the house. It stopped for a second then came towards the backyard again, stopped, turned around and walked out past the front path, turned and came back to the back porch. I went over to the dining room window in time to see it go right beneath the porch. We never saw it come out the other side. My husband called our neighbor who shoots everything and he said he would come down.
One hour later here comes Ed, course no sign of the coyote, he is probably long gone. At arounnd 10 a.m. Ed brought a 20 gauge down for us to use. I had thought that Ed, for all his talk would have come down to shoot the thing himself.
Well this poor bedraggled coyote is in very tough shape. Well now I have a loaded gun in the house, which bothers me, a very sick coyote around and I can't let my cats out of the house. I called the Vet and they said that Mange can be transferred to domestic animals. The whole situation creeps me out.
....later, Al came home for lunch and told me that others have seen this coyote hanging around the general area. With others seeing it, hopefully someone will shoot it....since the Great White Hunter up the road won't come down and shoot it.
One hour later here comes Ed, course no sign of the coyote, he is probably long gone. At arounnd 10 a.m. Ed brought a 20 gauge down for us to use. I had thought that Ed, for all his talk would have come down to shoot the thing himself.
Well this poor bedraggled coyote is in very tough shape. Well now I have a loaded gun in the house, which bothers me, a very sick coyote around and I can't let my cats out of the house. I called the Vet and they said that Mange can be transferred to domestic animals. The whole situation creeps me out.
....later, Al came home for lunch and told me that others have seen this coyote hanging around the general area. With others seeing it, hopefully someone will shoot it....since the Great White Hunter up the road won't come down and shoot it.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Birds and Coyotes
This has been a week to watch wildlife from my home. On Wednesday I watched the birds at the suet feeder right in front of the porch. It seemed that the smaller birds had the morning shift and larger ones later. The morning began with the little Downy Woodpeckers coming for breakfast, Mr. and Mrs Downy, then the larger Hairy Woodpecker, only the male. They took a short break and let the Nuthatches and Chickadees come in to feed for a few minutes. Around 2 p.m. our very pretty Red-Bellied Woodpecker came in. He is gorgeous with his very bright scarlet-orange cap on. The Red-Bellied was a particular delight as he came in the yard last spring along with the Ladder-Back Woodpecker and the Red Headed Woodpecker.
But back to the suet feeder, later still the Pileated Woodpecker delight me with his visit. Generally they stay in the yard for 15 minutes or so, going from tree to tree giving me quite a show. They also come frequently, but not every day. Last but not least, I saw two Bald Eagles way, way in the back of the pastures next to the pine trees. Two of them circling then going into the Pines. They are probably some 1000-1500 feet from the house, maybe more.
Well, if that wasn't enough excitement what do I see today???? A coyote, walking down the road at 11:45, heading east, I could hardly believe my eyes, right down the road, not in the snowbanks. I went out on the porch and yelled. Here puppy, he barely looked over his shoulder and kept on towards his mission.
Half hour later my husband comes in the house, all excited and said as he came from the garage walking to the back door, 20 feet, that same coyote came out from under the back porch and slithered around the foundation and around the house. We watched it walk down the road, heading west this time. We called a neighbor, who loves to shoot things and told him. He could not get off the phone quick enough to go looking.
After talking with several neighbors, and the owner of the farm across the road, it was concluded that the coyote is very ill. With it's scraggelly coat, hubby said it has the "mange" A fatal condition, very painful for the animal. The coyote was more than likely shunned from the pack and is on it's own. So it is around the suet feeders and eating the chicken gizzards I threw out for the crows the other day.
Well that was just too much excitement for me and a big worry. Our cats, dogs and the starving cats from down on the farm are in danger of catching the mange. I hope Ed has his gun ready to put the poor suffering animal down.
Oh yes.....the purpose of this blog.....
Well I put the red clay to soak and is doing well, I am working on designing stamps to imprint tiles and whatever, while the clay is getting ready to be kneaded.
But back to the suet feeder, later still the Pileated Woodpecker delight me with his visit. Generally they stay in the yard for 15 minutes or so, going from tree to tree giving me quite a show. They also come frequently, but not every day. Last but not least, I saw two Bald Eagles way, way in the back of the pastures next to the pine trees. Two of them circling then going into the Pines. They are probably some 1000-1500 feet from the house, maybe more.
Well, if that wasn't enough excitement what do I see today???? A coyote, walking down the road at 11:45, heading east, I could hardly believe my eyes, right down the road, not in the snowbanks. I went out on the porch and yelled. Here puppy, he barely looked over his shoulder and kept on towards his mission.
Half hour later my husband comes in the house, all excited and said as he came from the garage walking to the back door, 20 feet, that same coyote came out from under the back porch and slithered around the foundation and around the house. We watched it walk down the road, heading west this time. We called a neighbor, who loves to shoot things and told him. He could not get off the phone quick enough to go looking.
After talking with several neighbors, and the owner of the farm across the road, it was concluded that the coyote is very ill. With it's scraggelly coat, hubby said it has the "mange" A fatal condition, very painful for the animal. The coyote was more than likely shunned from the pack and is on it's own. So it is around the suet feeders and eating the chicken gizzards I threw out for the crows the other day.
Well that was just too much excitement for me and a big worry. Our cats, dogs and the starving cats from down on the farm are in danger of catching the mange. I hope Ed has his gun ready to put the poor suffering animal down.
Oh yes.....the purpose of this blog.....
Well I put the red clay to soak and is doing well, I am working on designing stamps to imprint tiles and whatever, while the clay is getting ready to be kneaded.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Had a full day
Hubby's trip downstate today was long and exhausting for him. He went into the doctors office with his dad and stepmother for the test and counsultation. I don't have all the details and wouldn't post it here anyway.
My day was mostly cleaning and a huge cooking project for meals. Meals for ourselves and dad and Peggy.
Pumpkin pie, goulash, that awful recipe that Hubby loves so much and I hate, skillet hash and potatoes, egg salad for sandwiches for lunch tomorrow. Peggy was very thankful for pie, hash, and egg salad. I am trying to cook some meals without too much carbs in them. I will make lasagne tomorrow, there is lots of meat and cheese in that plus some noodles. I hope it will be legal for her diet. Meatloaf is on the menu also, and cole slaw.
I am very tired tonight.....I did put some redware clay into water to soak, it did well, so I drained off some water and put more dried clay that I had rolled into a slab, into the bucket. Bit by bit, I will get some little handbuilt project going here. I walked around the basement some, looking at the mostly covered up pottery studio just to see the awful lot of mess, dust and gobs of cat hair all around. It's a major, huge! cleanup that needs doing.
Guess I will go hit the hay, it's too late.
My day was mostly cleaning and a huge cooking project for meals. Meals for ourselves and dad and Peggy.
Pumpkin pie, goulash, that awful recipe that Hubby loves so much and I hate, skillet hash and potatoes, egg salad for sandwiches for lunch tomorrow. Peggy was very thankful for pie, hash, and egg salad. I am trying to cook some meals without too much carbs in them. I will make lasagne tomorrow, there is lots of meat and cheese in that plus some noodles. I hope it will be legal for her diet. Meatloaf is on the menu also, and cole slaw.
I am very tired tonight.....I did put some redware clay into water to soak, it did well, so I drained off some water and put more dried clay that I had rolled into a slab, into the bucket. Bit by bit, I will get some little handbuilt project going here. I walked around the basement some, looking at the mostly covered up pottery studio just to see the awful lot of mess, dust and gobs of cat hair all around. It's a major, huge! cleanup that needs doing.
Guess I will go hit the hay, it's too late.
Getting Closer
Today I will make one tiny effort to do something in clay. Last night I thought, "Why does my effort have to be gargantuan project. Why not take one lump of clay, soak in water and ready it to build something? Why worry about cleaning the pottery studio to perfection so I can start the rest of my life. @%!?, (read my past two blogs and there is too much cussing going on around here! So I will use other words)
Why can't I just make a little handbuilt something or other, go into pottery gradually, since the building project is on hold now for Al.
Besides, I have to make a small lunch sized meal for Dad and Peggy when they get home tonight, and Lagagne for tomorrow. With Peg's diabetes I have to watch the carbs and sugar. Course that would not hurt Al and myself either.
Whenever I have wanted to start "the rest of my life" there has always been this huge hunk of disorganization in front of the project. So I dutifully targeted that mess before starting any project. Now? not so much. I life the idea of soaking a lump of clay to get started on, whatever. I will probably bring a small project up here and work in my office, with all the dry clay dust that is such a no-no in any living space. But here goes.
Good Luck Honeybunches.......You'll need it!
Why can't I just make a little handbuilt something or other, go into pottery gradually, since the building project is on hold now for Al.
Besides, I have to make a small lunch sized meal for Dad and Peggy when they get home tonight, and Lagagne for tomorrow. With Peg's diabetes I have to watch the carbs and sugar. Course that would not hurt Al and myself either.
Whenever I have wanted to start "the rest of my life" there has always been this huge hunk of disorganization in front of the project. So I dutifully targeted that mess before starting any project. Now? not so much. I life the idea of soaking a lump of clay to get started on, whatever. I will probably bring a small project up here and work in my office, with all the dry clay dust that is such a no-no in any living space. But here goes.
Good Luck Honeybunches.......You'll need it!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Delays
You know how you get all primed up for things to change? You talk to yourself, weigh pros and cons, come up with plans, designs, get a good nights sleep and think, good, in the morning I will begin working for me and what I want to do.
I tried that last fall after coming home from the east to visit my kids and two grandsons. BAM, sick, more sickness and then more sickness. Day after day goes by, nothing getting done towards my own goals.
Is anything ever going to change? Yes, when I say to hell with all the interruptions. I am at that point now.
Then a family crisis comes next and you can't just go off and discover yourself. I have been reading my magazines, that interest me and the so to speak trade magazines,can't wait to get started. Then I think, remind myself. The studio is full of crap, full of sawdust from the building project Al is working on and a ton of other household jobs to do. I can never get started doing what I want to do, cause of the damn housework and the preparing meals. I cook from scratch, everything needs to be chopped, cleaned, skined, trimmed, whatever! then I cook. I just don't know how to cook other wise. If I get convience foods, I can really screw those things up. Don't know why? It's cooking, isn't it? But setting timers for frozen something, something else frozen, that requires different time, and temps, hell, before I know it, that is ruined.
So I go to bed early and think perhaps a full nights sleep will set me straight.
4:00 a.m. comes along and a potty break, go back to bed and stare at the shadows dancing on the walls. tick tick tick. So almost 6:00 a.m. and say to heck with it go back to bed cause tomorrow I will be dozing at the desk.
I'll try again tonight.
I tried that last fall after coming home from the east to visit my kids and two grandsons. BAM, sick, more sickness and then more sickness. Day after day goes by, nothing getting done towards my own goals.
Is anything ever going to change? Yes, when I say to hell with all the interruptions. I am at that point now.
Then a family crisis comes next and you can't just go off and discover yourself. I have been reading my magazines, that interest me and the so to speak trade magazines,can't wait to get started. Then I think, remind myself. The studio is full of crap, full of sawdust from the building project Al is working on and a ton of other household jobs to do. I can never get started doing what I want to do, cause of the damn housework and the preparing meals. I cook from scratch, everything needs to be chopped, cleaned, skined, trimmed, whatever! then I cook. I just don't know how to cook other wise. If I get convience foods, I can really screw those things up. Don't know why? It's cooking, isn't it? But setting timers for frozen something, something else frozen, that requires different time, and temps, hell, before I know it, that is ruined.
So I go to bed early and think perhaps a full nights sleep will set me straight.
4:00 a.m. comes along and a potty break, go back to bed and stare at the shadows dancing on the walls. tick tick tick. So almost 6:00 a.m. and say to heck with it go back to bed cause tomorrow I will be dozing at the desk.
I'll try again tonight.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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