Tuesday, March 09, 2021

Daily Daily Notes to Myself


 These ads show up in people's sidebars.  I know people want to "make a buck" off their site but geez is this crap annoying.  I liked the Bee Graphic.  Even considered buying this.  Bee Kind. If it shows up in a store- I'll buy.  Off the internet?  Nope.  And just so someone knows- the more ads- the less I visit. And I am your target demographic audience.

I got the images for my desk calendar mixed up- yesterday is now next Sunday and next Sunday was yesterday.  I can't find the Sharpie marker.  When I do I will add a double headed  arrow to show where things actually belong.  

I finished my book.  I loved it.  And now I have ordered four more.  And that will be it.  Then I wait until a new book comes- a few years.   I think I know what might be happening next.

Today is garbage/recycling day.  Not windy.  Last Tuesday the can blew over and I had to pick up papers from the end of my street- I took the  recycle container  back to the garage.  No wind today.  36 degrees but husband says it will warm up.  Later.  Sun.  

We seem to have SO many options in the way of meals to eat this week.  Very Odd.  I did a better job of grocery shopping after I lost my list than with the list.  Over Compensation.  I was trying to cover bases because I had no idea what had been on the list.  Something to consider.

I have not planted seeds.  I need to sit down and pay bills.  I need to photocopy daughter's tax returns for the bank.  And that sounds like enough.  Then I can  read.   

Now- I am going to garage to see what the story is regarding the car.

2 comments:

  1. The car's battery held the charge. And husband got the radio to work again.
    That is amazingly GREAT. No more listening to the tires as I drive. And the clock has the correct time.
    Life is Good Today.

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  2. I totally agree with you about the ads! Some blogs are so full of them you can barely read the post. I quit following blogs that have too many or that interrupt reading

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