Another walk! Same trail. Kali wanted to come. She starts with wanting to run. I try to do my best. But quickly she’s tired and I feel cruel as I have no choice but to kind of drag her along. She won’t let me carry her. It’s already equally far to continue the route to turning around. She’s okay now. Chris and I did just fine. Everything is slower with Kali. It’s like taking a toddler for a walk. A block is miles!
Obviously when I screenshot, I didn’t realize I was chatting with my son’s Significant Other.❤️
Just so you don’t think I’ve left my knitting behind. This hat is ready for the crown decrease.
Today’s walk looks the same but we went the opposite way. It was barely raining. We could almost walk between the drops.
I think there were less steps because we didn’t take the dog. But better time. Worrying that the lightning might start made us walk a little faster. Glad we got home before the wind started.
Made progress on the rewrites of book two. I was supposed to get another 6k this month but may have to be happy with what I will have on the 31st.
CampNano starts April 1st. This time I’m thinking of making it an autobiography. My cousin has sent me a tape recorder and tapes to start recording family memories. I thought writing it all down might help with recording and vice versa.
Kali was cute. Last time I tried to take her for a walk she wouldn’t let me put her harness on. She had to stay home.
Today I was putting on my shoes. She let me know she didn’t want to be left behind. She laid still while I put on her harness.
Oh the walk she wanted to jog. So we did a few steps. Then I got winded. She pulled on me.
We went down a street we haven’t walked for a while. I nearly had to pull her. Once we got to our street, she knew where she was and wanted to run. I gave her a few more jogs then back to walking. She pulled me again.
Roping in my ADD thoughts has always been a problem. And my many hobbies are just the tangible ideas. There are not enough hours in a day to do all the things I want to do.
That is one of the reasons I blog. It is a place to remind myself of my passions and thoughts that might just escape to the ether never to be seen again.
Today I got to open my next diamond painting. It is from the set of four dragons. I pulled it out randomly.
Here’s the unboxing.
I know it’s a dragon but I can’t figure out what I’m seeing.
It is a good size. And yes those are stray drills from previous paintings. Keeping the projects in an upsidedown bin lets the lid become a catch-tray.
My new container for the new project’s drills.
This one went sideways. But the point I was making was how clear the symbols are. What a relief from my first two projects.
I think I see a mommy and dragonet.
Here are the colors. The symbols are alphanumeric, yay!
The wax, tray, and pen. And the rope of drills. Well organized and easy to kit up. A lot of black! In fact, that’s what I got done today.
On another note. We walked 1.5 miles today which amounted to 49K steps. Wahoo us!
I had so hoped to be finished with my dragon tonight. But I will be by the time I go to bed. Here is where the progress stands.
So rather than chat about it, I plan to get back to it.
Just a quick side note. My husband and I walked a mile today. It was very nice. I prefer his company to Kali’s. She didn’t want to put on her harness. So she got left behind.
Here’s the latest projects that have seen progress.
Most of the wing, arm, to the waist, done. I am loving this project. Wish my body let me stay with it more.
Charity yarns, charity socks. I think they will be striped or scrappy.
Spa sock for a gift. This is cotton and acrylic. Very soft and will work well for post bath and lotion
This wool doesn’t have enough strength to be socks so after trying and frogging twice, I decided to make a hat or two.
I did get a new scene going for editing book 2. Not as much as I want but, hey, it’s something. Progress.
We got a little rain and snow this morning, but I think we are into Spring again. The mesquite bushes are getting leaves. I do hope we get more spring showers. Our area is in exceptional level of draught. That is dryer than extreme.
Comprehending the world is getting harder and harder. My brain just doesn’t want to compute the possibilities. The negatives are piled together with so many others it is hard to pick them apart to analyze each one to find the place to pin my hopes. No one could compare one life to another. No one can compensate for the losses in the recent past, current, or future. Compelling information of fake or real news keeps us all complaining about each other and the world at large. Complex feelings overwhelm us in confusion.
Why not compliment each other for the good we can find. We could spend time composing our thoughts, making compassion our mission. As my mother used to say, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything.” Granted she could have held on to her own advice most of her life. But one piece of gold can compensate for a lot of mud.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “comp.” Find a word that starts with or contains “comp” and use it in your post. Enjoy!
This was fun today. When my glue dots quit working I used the QuickStik. It worked very well!
This is about 1/3rd done. I thought I was at the halfway point but realized that I still have part of it rolled up at the bottom. But isn’t that bird cute?
There isn’t much finished since yesterday, but the spa slipper is nearly to the heel stage.
I like this cotton blend and wish I had lots more. I think these slippers will feel quite nice on tired feet.
When I post this, I plan to write a new scene for my book rewrite. This part of the writing process is harder than that first read/edit. I have to think more while trying to keep my creative brain open to new ideas. So there’s that. I’ll let you know if the scene works out.
Working on my series: Haven.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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