The big full sized one. I just wanted it here. The Just Going in the title- Grace buried another goat on her Hill yesterday (Windthread.typepad). How Life and Death are Just Going these days. You can see upper left corner that it took me a few days to decide to draw and color each day's square with some reminder of how the day was. Like a diary. The post it notes- reminders- but very old ones no longer in-use or useable- I should throw them away. Old Classes.
Today is already filled in with a Full Moon casting a bright "shadow" over the snow. The sky dark and star filled. I was still awake when Sunday had begun. And I went back to the desk to remind myself of the Time spent looking up thru the kitchen skylight at the Moon.
I have been "productive". Shower. Two loads of Wash. Dry. Folded. Put Away. While waiting I scrubbed the toilet. Wrote two full pages in the notebook. Plucked my eyebrows. Old Lady Wild Hairs.
Snow in a massive amount (hype usually) is coming late Monday into Tuesday. So, not the shovel. The snowblower. My shopping day will be fine. We ordered Chinese yesterday. I watched Hallmark's Signed Sealed and Delivered. Everyone married or engaged. So, all loose ends tied up nicely. Goodbye.
I watched Nightly News on NBC. Will watch again. Weekdays. It was good coverage without commentary. I am getting tired of commentary. Let me decide for myself what I think. And, anything that kicks butt with Hedge Funds? Go for it, daytraders. Retirement money should be in safer hands anyway.
I guess I mentioned the vaccine number we have to call for an appointment has been disconnected. The Sunday paper had the number in it's article. Saying we should call. I am sending an email. Let the reporter know- there is no number to call. We aren't getting a shot. It's Maine. The Forgotten State.
Recipe for Rum Balls in paper. Like the ones I made to take to work. When I worked. Not baked so the rum was still rum. The reporter in the newspaper said they loved them when a co-worker brought them to work- the woman who made them was killed instantly with her husband-- just recently. They had stopped for a traffic slow down. Next car didn't stop. Her Rum Balls had an addition of cocoa. I will make them. Think of her even though I never knew her. Before she died. Just after.