Into the void

I'm having an uncreative day, which is not a productive attribute for an artist. Then there is the business side of it all that could stand my attention. That too is super hard to pour myself into while in this currently bland head space.

What does one do to stir the senses? Is there a way to inspire, making opportune moments of productivity instead of this blankly staring kind?

Big Red

Sometimes it's so hard to write. It's time I did though. A little over a week ago after a long stretch of ills we decided it was time to say good-bye. I'm so sorry for trying to evade this feeling and my attempts not to become attached to a dog both sick and old.

You were a wonderful girl, Speckles. We will love and miss you always.

Scurrying

Wow, have I ever been busy! I'd almost say I'm starting to create a life for myself, somewhat (beyond the duller existence I'm accustomed to). Although my patronizing doubts keep stomping away, there has still been some progress.

Those moments I've made my way from under my rock are something.

Just like a vacation

I've been so busy at the computer, and yet little time to blog or stay in shape. Goodness I think this little item might just be the answer...

This bites

Someday, maybe...
I won't have to go to the dentist.

Wakey-wakey!

This reminded me of Amelie's persistence this morning...




Sometimes my dog is the best damn alarm clock. Now I just have to figure out her 'snooze' setting.

Talk about the weather

It's been either silly cold here (think below -40 if you factor in the wind chill) or dramatically warm for the season (like spring thaw) the past week. All this climate change seems to tap into my mood and very disposition. From freezing to tepid temperatures my body gauges the rise and plummet of the thermometer. Seriously, I've such a headache! Not much of a surprise with the likes of such confusion, wouldn't you think?

Hopefully this kinder weather has it's stay. Dogs get to have their walks. The nine to fivers get a slice of the daylight. Everyone gets a piece of what's been missing.

Soon, hibernation will yawn away it's sleepy state and some of us can start feeling normal again.

Insomnia in Icelandic: svefnleysi

I can't sleep through an entire night. What little naps I do partake are doused with dreams so stirring I end up feeling less than rested. That said, I'm all the more weary upon waking.

I am so wary of another night's specter. An offer of disquiet discouragement handed by insomnia's fidgeting fingers. Such a grasp of apprehension.

Blanched pale as snow, my sunless eyes in shadow. I've been troubled and downhearted. Provoked or consequential this depressive state has made ill of me.

A chill frosted over me and made it's winter-kill.

A Christmas quicky

Dearest readers, There has been so much that I've wanted to share with you all! Some of it made it to page but not publish so I'm airing my dirty laundry now, if you will - so wrinkle your noses and keep reading!

Last Friday for instance, I really meant to tell you all what an awfully good cook I am. How I made a chicken pot pie from scratch (nearly), mindful of the need for a hearty winter supper. How splendid it looked, straight from the oven, and how tasty too - I might add (though perhaps I'd gotten a bit carried away grinding the pepper mill). Imagine me and Monty sitting down, nearly done our delicious meal. Both smitten with a forkful of pastry at the tail end of the meal we finally realized it I'd left out the key ingredient!

Certainly I accounted for it the night before, when I stayed up late preparing so I could simply throw it all together before dinner. But, after all the slicing and dicing, preheating and seasoning I really did forget. I forgot to take the chicken out of the fridge and add a dose of what the pie had been so aptly named after! What a laugh at my expense!

Then there was today... With best intentions and one foot forward I'd spent nearly the whole day popping, I dare think I could stand seeing another kernel of corn as long as I live! 5 different kinds of madness later, minus a few old maids for measure - I can honestly say homemade Christmas treats are certainly insane in the chaos of the holiday, I'm now superbly sure.

Oh, and you'd hardly believe me if I told you about the post office conundrum! Simply read my entry about the same time last year. It's simply now a tradition no doubt.


So, until next time... Holly Jolly to you all!

Jostle

Every year I plan on making Christmas presents by hand or ordering them online. Also, every year that opportunity slips away as time does on my procrastination calendar.

I think my resolve for the upcoming year will be about following through on those best intentions of mine. But that's next year.

If I'm lucky I make good with a few planned gift baskets. A couple of Internet purchases are made but having them arrive on time has been both hit and miss, I'm afraid.

Those crowded malls just need to be avoided. As much as I love some stores and their decorations, and mingling with kinder folk filled with holiday sparkle, the grand scheme is a bit much for me. Heck, I bet anything on that large a scale is for most people actually.

I'm up for suggestions on gift matters and help with my shopping woes. That is to say, if you aren't too busy with your own. I bet you are, I suppose.