Daily Notes- April 30th

                                                     

First thing I see each morning.   I have never covered the "canopy" of my pencil post bed.  Dust. And those are my new closet doors.  And the yellow stripe wall paper I didn't remove.

We were up reading until past 1am last night (morning) and up by 8am.   No television.  Not even the PBS Evening News.  It's just too much for me.   Either I am too tired to think or I just don't want to think anymore.  Hard to say- probably both.

Saw a sticker on a car-- "If you don't like the Circus- don't elect a Clown"

We drove to the Post Office in Town to drop off a package.  Three people inside.  All with masks.  Plastic up to protect the workers.  The worker who waited on me seemed exhausted.  She was trying to suggest a more inexpensive way...but half way thru she just said- next time use one of the white postal boxes. I said I would.

I have Pantry Soup on the stove cooking.  I increased the cabbage, not so many potatoes and added a big carrot.  I used the wrong pot so the soup is all the way- close to the top edge.  I get up from here to go check for boiling over.  Lower heat.  It doesn't matter anyway- just to cook the potatoes.

The Wipes.  I was NEVER going to put them down into the septic system (no matter what the package says in bold letters).  But thank you for the heads up.  I was going to use (if needed) and bag them (ick) and then into the garbage collection bag.  When I do open the package I intend to drop one into water and see what happens to it.  I am really quite "scientific" about using new products. I already get a "steady look" from the guys who pump out my septic tank. I have a garbage disposal.  Another  "no-no" but it was here when we bought the house.  I don't use it very much- most all my vegetable scraps go into my large counter top kettle- destined for the compost piles- but my husband doesn't like to touch peelings and he "disposes" them..

I got out the paint by number picture I bought for husband years ago and started coloring it with Sharpie pens instead of paint.  Nine numbers. Nine pens.  And it really doesn't effect World Peace or anything if you get a color wrong.  He has now decided HE wants to color it.  And has about 100 pens out.  I am now in a different room.  Did I start coloring it to get him interested????  Sub- consciously? Hard to say- but he now has a project.  I also tuned the tv in the dining room to BBC and a long string of Animal Adventures in Africa, I think.  I am now free to move about the building doing anything I please.

I looked and looked for my fabric printed with maps.  I was going to make something I had seen on Handstories.  A giant Moon, stars and a curve of the Earth.  The Earth would have been a sliver of map cloth plus blue.  The fabric won't show itself until I give up or move on to making it a different way.  I brought another stack down from the Attic.  More Blue and Green (under represented).  A few pieces of red.  

The mail truck came-  and the soup is ready to eat.  Oh, it's chilly, damp and might rain here today.