Oh just look at me.
Wait. On the other hand, don’t look at me.
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me.
Seems like it’s been ages since I’ve done anything productive ~ in public, that is. I haven’t been writing on my blog, I haven’t been updating my Etsy shop, I haven’t been filling my calendar with summer craft shows. What have I been doing, you may ask?
Being a loser!
OK, not really. I’ve got other people’s situations taking up room in my head. I’ve got a friend going through a difficult situation with her dad, I’ve got my own dad who’s recovering from a knee replacement, I’ve got another person who’s going through an emotional break-up, I’ve got still another person who’s dipping his toes into the complexities and responsibilities of adulthood.
Then there’s my own stuff in my head. I’m thinking of ways to spruce up and promote my Etsy shop, I’m preparing to host lovely Mother’s Day brunch this coming weekend, I’m crunching numbers in preparation for an upcoming retirement, I’m tuttering over the novel I started a year and a half ago, I’m stocking retail shops with my products, and I’m getting all pumped (and nervous) about a journey to a foreign land.
It’s all in my head and I have to get it out somehow.
Hey there bloggy friends ~ what’s keeping you from blogging? I’m pretty sure it’s all in your head.
A most adorable couple are we.
Friday, Day 1: The plan for The Master and her husband’s day: A) talk to a tech savvy person to learn about smart TVs because cable is such a burden, B) buy some foam to re-seat a chair, C) visit Half-Price Books to sell and buy, D) have lunch at a place for which they had a 20% off coupon, E) stop at the grocery store for the seven items she needed. By the time they were done eating their enormous (but delicious) hamburgers The Master was in no mood to go to the grocery store and instead went home and took a nap. “I can go tomorrow after I visit my parents,” she said.
Saturday, Day 2: With her shopping list of seven items in her back pocket The Master headed out to her parents’ house, after which she would stop at the grocery store. She spent time catching up with her parents while simultaneously developing a massive headache. (This wasn’t a cause-effect thing, just a coincidence.) By the time all the chatting was done The Master couldn’t bear the thought of going to the grocery store with a screaming headache, so she went home and took some drugs to ease the pain, once again neglecting her seven grocery items. “I can go tomorrow morning before the church-goers pile in to buy their Sunday morning doughnuts,” she said.
Sunday, Day 3: The Master opened her eyes at 7:30 a.m. and thought about beating the Sunday morning rush at the grocery store. She laid in bed and visualized herself fixing her hair, getting dressed, and heading to the store to buy her seven items. Then she visualized herself staying at home all day relaxing, because she’d been taught from a very early age that Sunday is Fun Day. There was no pressing need to go to the store so she thought, “I’ll stop at the store tomorrow on my way home from work.” She subsequently spent her day doing exactly what she wanted to do and nothing more.
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