Friday, January 31, 2014

Last Friday For This Month...

I've had another overflowing plate of appointments and errands and chores this week. Every day it was something; things planned or...not.  I'm so glad it's Friday, though wouldn't it be cool if the weekend was longer than just two measly days?  I barely get decompressed, and crap, it's Sunday night already.

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Last week's rescheduled dental appointment was an in-and-out experience on Wednesday.  I just don't get it.  Have I misunderstood the concept of rocket science?  Because one little replacement werewolf fang should not require **Robert Goddard to complete the task. I now have another appointment in two weeks.  Hope has fled.  In fact, hope has relocated to Mexico where apparently many Americans are now getting superior dental work done--quickly and professionally--for half the price.  Go figure.

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Has anyone bought tires lately?  Holy Rubber Plantation, Batman!!  And frankly, for the price I just paid for four new tires, I could probably buy one--a plantation, I mean.  I didn't get anything super fancy, just good, reliable Michelins that should last me for the next five years or so--hopefully longer.  They actually look pretty great, all black and clean, and I realized how crappy my old tires were when I saw the tread on the new ones.  Still. The price floored me, even with the discount I got at Costco.  My only consolation--and it's a small one--was that I didn't have to buy truck tires.  I'd have to rob a bank to buy four of those.

It's funny how new tires change the way the Blazer feels.  Not only does it seem like I sit higher off the ground, but the steering is more stable and solid. And now, too, I can stop fretting about the tire that kept leaking air, and the sensor light that kept blinking.  It's a relief to wipe the tire issue from my mind.  Too bad it wiped my bank account instead.

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I haven't taken a single photograph this week, which is almost unheard of for me; there's always something that catches my eye.  But, between dense fog and rain and a dreary end to a month of miserable weather, I've been hard-pressed to find anything interesting to look at, let alone a reason to take a photo.  I miss sunsets, and can't remember the last time I saw one.

Gray is not my favorite color...

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I've revised my 1000 Cranes design plan.  If you remember, dear readers, I was going to do each long string in a single color, starting with pink, the first in the stack of 1000 sheets.  So, the other day, I string the 40 completed pink cranes...and it's...boring.  Flat.  No movement or flow or beauty.  It's basically just a long silken thread of plain, pink shapes.


I looked at the stack again, then I separated each color, counted the sheets and realized I could make 25 mini-stacks, two of each color, making the perfect rainbow 40.  When I finish the first revised string, I'll take a photo.

I'm also finding my speed has increased the more I make these little birds--practice, practice, practice--and I've got it down to just over two minutes, with no effort at all. Knowing how to make them without conscious thought really has turned into a great way to meditate, just as I'd hoped.

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Okay, time to step away from the  I've got 14 plants to water, a short story to finish, two wee dogs to walk to the mail box, and one last load of laundry to fold.  Then it's wine and my new book and two days of no work or chores or errands or appointments.

If only two days were enough...

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**Actual rocket scientist.


  1. How can Grey not be an enjoyable color? You with Al-Qaeda or something? Fucking fascist ;p.

    1. I almost wrote a disclaimer before saying I didn't like gray...but instead I spelled it with an "a" just to spare myself your wrath. Which was evidently a futile exercise... ;D

  2. I have been accused of not being the best of spellers, and, worse still, of manipulating language. Absurd, I realize.