Dog Clock

A clock, and there’s a watercolor painting of a dog in it.

Glasses

Well, don’t I look smart. This is the first step to personalizing this blog. I thought it was professional to have just artwork on it, but it’s not as fun. I want to have something interesting, but not quite a journal. Yet, what is one to say? We rent. I have a greenhouse, my spinach babies are not going great guns, and we have no money. NO Money. Just, like none. I don’t know what we’ll do. Not a pity, we’ll figure it out. The state of “poor” well, t’aint so bad really. Makes you think about what you really need, do you need it? Is something free just as good? My former cheapness has been amplified (as impossible as that must seem) and, darn it, I don’t mind. Just look at these glasses—they were free!

So sweet

Other things: Ever hear of this Saturn returns thing? Maybe too out-there for some people. I don’t care, I say, if it seems to make sense, then why not take a little something from it.
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We just watched Kung fu Panda and Jesse just karate chopped me and I thought I erased this whole thing, but it turns out that a little edit, undo corrected the whole incident.

I love this little guy. Such a Cutie.

I can’t wait to start the waitressing season again!! This is inside-head-idea-modification. I can’t wait!!! I can’t wait to wait! So soon I’ll be serving lovers Valentine’s meals, oh it will be so romantic. So romantic.
Yes!!!! I’m going to be bringing food to people!!!! YES!!!!
And, working at a resident care facility!!!!!! I will meet wonderful people who happen to be very old or with not-so-working bodies, and I can’t wait to meet them and take care of them. Actually, I really can’t. I have an easier time thinking of that than of –Starting the waitressing season (!!!!!!!!!) Weddings!!!! Oh weddings, and dinner service!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!! SALT AND PEPPER!!!!! SPOONS!!!!!!!!
Hey, it all boils down to T I P S! And those are good things. I am a geisha. That is my goal. The elegance, not the sexual favors.

clock dogs

There's all this stuff. I've been wondering if I should make the blog into something a little more personal.

Well, it’s the dead of winter here. That means 55 degrees and a lot of rain. Everything’s brown, you know what I mean. I am taking a class where I learn to wash my hands.

Today, disaster. Kitten disaster. She was in the music room, fucking around with everything as usual, and she tipped over a piece of bead board, which tipped over onto my guitar on it’s stand, and then pushed the guitar over onto a chair a la Million Dollar Baby, and my baby broke her neck. Clean off. If Jesse’s bass hadn’t met the same fate just one month ago I would think less of it, but as it is, I feel jinxed. Maybe this house just can’t stand us being here all the time. I don’t know. But, it’s expensive. I know that. Oh, she rang like silver and she shined like gold, and she shook it.
But she won’t for a while. Oh it makes me sick.
And, my instant messenger won’t work. I was trying to talk to my cousin, and it pooped. WOE IS Me. Oh mercy, woe is me.
I kid. Everything’s as beautiful and magical as it used to be.

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