Saturday, March 12, 2022

Daily Notes- Saturday, March 12th. Raining. Expecting a "bomb" cyclone.


 I might have had this here before- I remember thinking this would make an excellent international postage stamp.  When my son was working in Canada, I had to do international postage and loved the circular stamps.

My computer is deciding to finish off words I have started typing.  So now I have to continually go back and change words.  My eyes are very "smeary" this morning-  no sharp focus.  So excuse any I miss.

It's dark and wet outside.  Weather People are all over some sort of ice storm/bomb cyclone event for today.  right now at 1pm- it's raining.  

I did all the IRS stuff.  It's all packed up ready to be handed off tomorrow morning.  The paper shredding container is full.  We need to carry the paper down to the compost bins.  And the compost soup kettle is full of compostables as well.  What I need to do is buy a few bags of cow manure and tuck that into the bins this Spring.  Heat things up.  I would tuck in old expired fertilizer but used all that up on the "grass growing project" last Spring.  So, I'm out of "stuff".

I stayed up late to finish Fast Women by Crusie.  It's a great book.

Today, I am going to rest my eyes.  No reading.  Drops to lubricate my eyes.  Saturday. So nothing worth watching on tv.  I checked the newspaper listing.  Dreck.  My desk top calendar got quite a bit of work--so days are already collaged.  I know I shouldn't but I often work ahead.  Covering days that have nothing written in the blocks.  The next empty spaces are the 14th and the 21st.  After that... all the blocks are blank. I had a lot of chair images.  So I kind of went crazy with the glue stick.

Last night I was thinking about going up in the Magic Attic- which is hardly magical anymore--- and empty another plastic storage tub and bring cloth down here.  It's getting harder and harder for me to go up and down stairs, carrying things.  So......while I still can- I should start moving things down to the Small Closet.  The Small Closet of Less Than Magical Cloth.  I often stop a project- because I am vaguely reminded of cloth that I could be using......cloth that might be in the Magic Attic.  Unless, it's gone but not forgotten.  Do you remember cloth that no longer exists????  I think it's something Quilters do........

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