Journal Page

I was watching some Food TV and drawing a bit in my journal.  Just to have something to color.  I was feeling the "coloring book" vibe this morning.  Nothing serious.  I bordered the page with a bit of commercial fabric for the "photo shoot".  We have sunshine, light new snow on top of the old dirty snow, a bit of a breeze.  Nothing like the cold and ice down south.  Maine has, again, not gotten the bad weather. I'm not complaining.  I'm just wondering what's up with that?

Today is filing day for unemployment.  I timed it wrong again and have missed out on two full weeks of benefits. Filing days are a moving target, I guess.  I have my Employment Work Diary pinned to the bulletin board next to the computer.  Our local paper has, tops, 6 employment ads running.  Nurse, truck driver, overnight sleep person for mental health homes, phone book delivery etc.  Things I am not qualified to do.  Phone book delivery because I refuse to drive to strange places in winter.  Well, I basically refuse to drive in winter. Period.  I wish I lived somewhere with a call center that hires people to work from home.  In pajamas.  But I hear that people hate that job.

G has taken Riley out for the woods walk.  I have been doing 3 plus miles with Riley every day, on his leash.  It's a good walk.  I walk fast, with a long stride and Riley still has plenty of time to sniff and dig in the snow.  He circles back around for a treat every once in awhile and has to sit politely while I dig one out of my pocket with double gloves on.  We may not have bad storm weather, but it's cold up here in Maine. I have rotated to the heavy scarf and thick wool hat.  With a down filled liner under my winter jacket.  I stay nice and warm for the start of the walk and can remove things as I heat up from the exercise.  Now if I could just stop eating so much.  Mostly fruit and vegetables, but still, it's eating.

G was eating hard cookies last night and his temporary crown fell off.  Really?  Hard cookies?

Today I have two loads of laundry and about a dozen of G's shirts to starch and iron.  And I have a few things to work on moving upstairs to the new work area (I found an empty Sterlite container).  Once I have enough clear space downstairs, I will work on projects downstairs before moving everything upstairs in the Spring (when my plants can come downstairs and get ready to go outside again).  It's so much easier to work with wide open floor space and clean table tops.  I'm getting closer to that every time I go in there.  I even vacuumed in there.  Less is enough.

I think I am done being cranky for awhile.  I have a little page tacked to the bulletin board which reads "This Has Nothing To Do With Me"  My new motto.  Especially for blog comments.