I wonder how hard this is, trying to write on the weight machines at the gym? The answer? I can do it, but I kinda have to separate my brain so that one part can count while the rest is trying to write. Odds of my getting dementia due to not using my brain? Very low. Odds of my going insane due to over-multitasking? Very high. Odds of my counting to 10 wrong? Inevitable. Oh well.
I’m juggling things. Badly. Or well. Depends on what angle you’re at.
An amazing thing happened yesterday though: I finally cleared the kitchen table of the multiple landslides of accumulated crap from 7 months of receipts, books, paper, and oh-so-many pens and paper clips. As we go more online, I might have to make art out of my multitudes of paper clips.
I spent three hours in the afternoon creating things in a coffee shop. Two knitters showed up later…
Here’s how far I got yesterday…almost done!
I also copyedited a bit…more of that today. More cleaning today too.
And then I ironed. I did get almost three hours in, like I wanted, but I stayed up way too late. Damn dogs and cats won’t sleep in.
Picking lots of browns for trees and dirt and sand…
Then figuring out what goes where…4 levels of hills, 4 levels of trees on hills, followed by 4 levels of gray concrete and yellow road markings. And then Fire!
That’s about 250 pieces ironed. Since I misnumbered so heinously, I think I have 700 to go. Ok. A goal.
My days are reading about trauma-informed schools, making art about good and evil, house dust and detritus, and the orange baby’s stupid words.
I’m on the elliptical now. Way easier to write here…