It’s been an interesting week. I’ve been busy and am tired. So the bits I can grab and report are these:
Shooting the Curl is finally finished. It still needs sealing. There were a lot of black and dark colors so I’m glad to be done. My eyes cross in the parts mostly 310 (that’s embroidery black).
Just started what I’m calling The Dock. It looks easier on the eyes.
Look what UPS just delivered! It’s just too hard enough to be a challenge. But not enough to be discouraging.
And for my rhythm inadequacies, this too, came UPS. It’s pretty and no battery or wires.
My son’s slipper socks are at the heel stage. Hopefully I’ll finish them by midweek.
These are getting hard. Sometimes I have to go get a hint. Almost every answer needs to be checked. If it isn’t right it can get so messy it’s hard to recover. I figure I need to keep at it as sooner or later I’ll figure out how to do these harder puzzles. It’s still fun. When it isn’t I’ll find something else to do.
Now it’s time to play uke and recorders. Have a great weekend!
Viewing Shogun all day today was a valiant effort. We binged all ten episodes. So soon after reading (listening) the book, it was interesting to see how well it was interpreted. Now, on Monday, I should receive the older version with Richard Chamberlain. I advise if you can, to read the actual book first. I did in the 80s. But I wish I had read it more recently. But my vision isn’t good enough for the printed volume.
Meanwhile, I have a bunch of socks nearly finished. My hands have been hurting with the weather changes. So not a lot of progress on any of the projects. But here ya go:
Still working the arch.
Getting ready to do cuff and cast-off.
Another cuff and cast-off.
I’m trying to make sure the ukulele strap is extra long because of the curling of Tunisian Crochet.
Almost finished with the bottom fourth. Didn’t even work on it for two days. I miss when I don’t get to play with my diamond painting.
This came in my memories today. Kali, Rosey, and Teddy taking over my bed. Now it’s up to Rosey to do the job. 😥
On, the other side, my peacock got a corner filled in.
I worried about the black. But it’s a mixture of dark blues mixed with dark purple and pink. I’m loving it already. I wouldn’t be able to leave the art out with Teddy, or younger Rosey. Kali would have made it more fun as she would have kept me company.
Floundering is almost over. I think I’ve decided to use March for editing to get ready for April’s camp NaNo.
I’m going to be glad not to see this guy every day.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 8th, 2024 is “gratitude.” Use the word “gratitude” any way you’d like. Have fun!
I am grateful for the prompt from Sadje click the blue gratitude. For the “rules” of JJIJ, click the other blue word. I am grateful for the WordPress family given to me starting with Linda, Sadje and so many others. Everyone is ready to help, lend support, or laugh with.
I love all of you!
I feel such gratitude for all my family and friends who surround me with love.
This is kind of a weird thing to be thankful for, but I’m thankful for what we learned from the pandemic. Zooming church and friends is a wonderful way to enhance our lives.
Oh, and I’m grateful for our snow. Except I couldn’t make it to my doctor’s appointment. But, hey, we are Zooming an appointment tomorrow.
Tomorrow we’re going to get a lot more snow. We really need the precipitation.
Edit: I just realized I didn’t put this picture in here. Oops!😂
Oops! I left out the fun one, too. Sorry for the edits!
Sorry I don’t know who this guy is. But I found this GIF on Tenor.
Sir, I’m waiting for traffic to slow. In LA or Orange County you sometimes have to take a chance. I did and lived without my broken car for a couple weeks. Yes, the driver saw me but plowed right into the side of my car. Traffic down there is brutal. Kindness is hard to find.
I’m waiting to see if it’s something I really want. Dangers abound. The high dive has no rails out on the board. People have slipped and become vegetables from hitting their heads on the way down. What benefit will climbing all those rings and walking out into space give me? Experiences. Yes, I did it a few times. I gave it up because it was cold outside of the water. Time wasted from actual swimming.
I’m overcoming the fear of tomatoes flying. Irrational, yes. But what else keeps me from the stage. Just do it? I’ll look like a complete fool. The purpose? Experiences. And I grew to love singing on stage. It felt fantastic to relate to that many people at a time.
On the other hand I found dealing with folks one-on-one far scarier and daily. Everyone wants to fix me. Am I not allowed to have frustration without someone jumping in and telling me I’m wrong? Can I not melt down in some kind of space of my own? Aw, but that is a different topic. Not having a place for just me is getting so frustrating. Is it any wonder I don’t just do it? I don’t feel safe enough to express.
Ever.
Time to knit. My own world is soft and productive.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
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.
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