I’m too sick and tired to write a coherent well-thought out blog post but I still have the urge to write, so bare with me as I ramble about our goings-on as of late.
*I have a crummy cold. My sinuses feel like they are going to explode so Steve is right now at the pharmacy seeking some kind of remedy. He’s sweet like that. Also, I think, he wants to do anything he can to cut down on the whining.
*I’m taking a free art course online. Here is my first creation – please be well aware that I just copied exactly what she told me to do (except I used different colours/materials because I didn’t have exactly what she had).
It’s an art journal spread. We were supposed to make a self-portrait (not necessarily exactly how we look, although I do believe that my right eye is bigger than my left as in the above image…but it’s actually the left eye up there so….nevermind…did I mention I might be running a fever?), and then include a positive message to say to our inner critic.
*We were supposed to get another kitten today, but we’re not. We did a bit more digging into the breeder and discovered they might not be completely on the up-and-up. We still don’t know for sure, but our trust wavered and it wasn’t worth the risk.
*We went to my grandparents’ cottage this weekend for our annual helping with the wood. I drove my stepdad’s truck and felt very country-bumpkin driving off-road covered in wood shavings wearing work gloves. It’s a manual truck and I managed to stall it several times, all off-road, so my excuse was all the bumps. I brought our camera intending to document the whole thing, but I didn’t. I really should have because my brother was wearing a hilariously stylish work outfit. Instead of the ratty old lumber jackets that the rest of us had on, he was wearing a Billabong lumber jacket and a euro-chic scarf wrapped around his neck, hair perfectly sculpted in counter-direction spikes.
*Steve and I got a new couch. Our old couch was finally showing its age and, well, it was ugly. Or at least it didn’t really fit in with the room. It had blue checks with a hint of red, which I can’t actually imagine fitting in any room, but maybe that’s just me. But it was extremely comfortable. We weren’t replacing it until we could find something equally as comfortable, but not outrageously expensive. That took two years – although to be fair, we were not actively looking for two years but did occasionally make a concerted effort several times. It turns out we just needed to wait for the perfect couch to find us. My auntie Kay, the one who just moved into her very own place, got the love seat version of it, as well as the matching chair. We fell in love with the comfort and the price and went out and got the couch! I’ll share pictures when it’s not currently indented with my butt because I’ve parked myself on it, getting over my cold with tea and hours of time wasted on the internet.
Speaking of which, I am off to pour over Neil Gaiman’s website, which I stumbled upon randomly in my feverish state and which has all kinds of delightful things on it, such as interviews with him by his daughter.