Daily Notes- April 2nd

An image from the 100 Days of Art web site.  I went looking to see if this might be something for me to try.  A daily "art" thing.  The person who created the scene above chose to make a realistic scene to compliment a real masterpiece for 100 days.  My puzzle image.  With a real bed, chair and hanging clothes. My daily synchronicity. I love how each image has half a chair.

G has gone off to the Big Hospital again for a stress test.  Not on the walking machine.  This stress test is chemically induced.  He'll be gone most of the day. Again, without any food.  So we went to our favorite in Town restaurant for a very late lunch.  And dessert.  Yesterday.

I have set myself a goal today--since I will be home alone with just the dog.  Taxes.  Or as much as I can get done before having a panic attack.  It should be okay.  Nothing as weird as last year's returns. My daughter was leaving one job and beginning another and changing to Obamacare.  Tons of paperwork.  Busy work.  Her old insurance was very complicated and getting out of it--via tax returns--was an ugly mess.  And, well, I can start small and just check things off the list of paperwork I need for the returns.  Property taxes etc.  One step at a time.  With breaks.

The Music Concert Series the local private college puts on each summer--is way more expensive and complicated than I had first thought.  Way more expensive.  Even the smallest package tickets are nearly $500 for EACH us. For only six performances.  I am recalculating and thinking about this.  The Artist Way says  "yes, you're worth it" but ......... a thousand dollars?. really?

I haven't baked anything yet.   No Artist Date yet.  Did find a small stone for my pocket.  Not a ROCK (laughing) as I thought... but the (small) stone was to be kept in my pocket. Small enough for the pocket.  Imagine me carrying around a large Idaho potato sized rock all week.

I read a book yesterday.  I had looked at it on the new book shelves.  The Kiss Quotient.  Helen Hoang.  A first book.  I have a "thing" for first books.  So much work, time and effort go into them. A very intelligent professional woman with Asperger's hires a male escort to help her navigate "dating" and teach her because men have complained about her awkwardness in bed and her mother wants grandchildren. Yes, it turned out to be a love story and a very poignant one for Michael and Stella.

So, that's it for today.  BettyB if you're done with Week Four--let me know how it was for you!