Scrapbook page from 2018 but most of it still applies... I'd add guinea pigs on there, take the nice part off about the neighbors (and add creepy), and yes, the humans in the house are still potty-trained. I think if you click on the photo it's easier to read, at least on my end of the internet it is...
Fall 2022 Edition
Reading: The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter by Hazel Gaynor, which because it's set in 1800s England I expected to be full of apostrophes and weird dialog stuff... It's not, it's actually really easy to read, and I'm enjoying the story although it's a little slow or I'm a little slow, one or the other... I love lighthouses so that part is fun. I am also reading (listening) to the audio version of the Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams, and reading outloud Lulu is Getting a Sister by Judith Viorst with my nine-year-old. Oh, and reading and rereading my 15-year-old's essay on Voltaire for her English class, [[snore.]]
Listening: to guinea pigs run around their cage, waiting for breakfast. Otherwise, I've noticed I have been waking up with a song stuck in my head every day. I'm going to start writing them down. Today it's Meant to Live by Switchfoot, specifically the line: We were meant to live for so much more/Have we lost ourselves?
Drinking: Coffee! When we switched to standard time two (or was it three?) weeks ago, my internal clock did not get the memo and I've been waking up at 4:45. Also one of my darling children signed up for some sports thing where she has to be at school at 6:00 (am) twice a week, too early for the bus, and since I'm already up, guess who got talked into driving her?
Eating: not the Thanksgiving food! Yesterday, the nine-year-old at an orange which I bought for the cranberry sauce for turkey day, so now I have to go back to the store. I'm thinking about making Chex Mix...
Making: I started knitting a scarf, just a boring pattern I don't have to think much about, while I listen to audiobooks...
Thinking: about my 2023 Word of the Year. Last year it was happy, which I'm not sure I really used to it's fullest potential. Candidates for next year, at the moment, are use it or lose it (books, appliances, clutter, fat), record, as in write down, not the round black vinyl things. Or, possibly, the word I have never figured out, which I try to pick every year, which means do all the things, but don't stress out about them, but stop spending so much time on the computer, but you're a writer so don't totally ignore it, but stop wasting so much time, and read more books while you're at it. If you happen to know what that word is, let me know...
Floundering/Writing: on Nanowrimo. I have written 8,000 words, so there is that, but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to make it to 50,000. I do not understand why this thing is always in November and not January when I have nothing else going on...
Wearing: All the warm things. We've had a bit of a cold snap (no rain) for the past two weeks and it's been freezing at night (my ice scraper has gotten a work out...) and I'm ready for the rain to come back so I can stop being cold and stop having to spend 10 minutes defrosting my car every morning. Also, I'd like to find my missing glove, the pair I have been using do not keep my fingers warm.
Wishing: my resume would write itself and/or someone will offer me a job without the whole application/ akward interview process. The house would clean itself. A home library, as in a room for just my books with a comfortable chair, and not the current situation which is books upstairs, books downstairs, books on the stairs...
Happy Thanksgiving week blogworld :)
