Daily Notes- March 31st

 Desk (dining room table) Top. Piles of things I am interested in this month.  At least three journals (the ones with black binding), a new book from Connie with the things that can be removed-removed, coupons cut from the paper, my rescue inhaler in the little zippered pouch, seed packets, hibiscus pink tea bag papers, thread and out of sight on the right-my jar of pens and scissors--also a pincushion and spool of thread.  Have you seen this already?  I am totally confused by what images you have seen or not seen.

Not in evidence--because I just got them-- magazines from my neighbor that I clipped images from for my "image boards" for the Artist Way.  Already I am seeing that what I want is a new couch and a new table and a new desk.  I'd also like a fantastic new pair of everyday/all occasion shoes.  Shoes that mysteriously feel like I am not wearing shoes at all.

I am prepped and ready to begin my (our) taxes.  Yes, I have procrastinated my way right into April-YET AGAIN.  And I have not taken the damned things to a tax person.  What I really want is to never do the taxes again.  NEVER. DO. TAXES. AGAIN. IN. THIS. LIFETIME.  There you have it. My goal in Life.

Good News this morning.  We have gotten thru a day and a night with Riley not panting, drooling or walking around in a stupor. No one had to sleep on the couch.  Riley has eating all of his small plated meals. He has slept.  Enjoyed his walks. G put him on the leash at an important spot in the daily off leash walk.  A spot where he might have been eating something toxic.  Or dead.  Or really terrible.  At this very minute Riley is sound asleep on his dog bed in the living room.  He has NOT been on that bed in a full week.

We are very relieved and rested after two full nights of sleep.  All three of us.

Goodwill later today.  It's raining and dismal outside.  I am having a toasted bagel for breakfast instead of cream of wheat cooked cereal.  And a red Texas grapefruit served in halves with a grapefruit spoon.  And a coffee.  The bagel will still have to be cut into small wedges.  But a small price to pay.  The jaw feels more relaxed than it's been in a long time.

I started the day with a nice long shower and a change of clothes.  A red sweater.  Brown socks and pants.  A change from the green pants and grey sweater of the last months.  (I have multiples of the green pants (winter greenhouse work) and grey sweater). I wore green clothing to the greenhouse.  I don't know why--it just felt ...right.  And now, brown pants. Red sweater.  I also now own a pair of black winter pants.  Crazy, huh????