wolfie and the sneak: Drawing the Line on Design Theft

wolfie and the sneak: Drawing the Line on Design Theft

Sunday, day of rest?

I don't think so! Got up early (not my plan, but when you're awake, you're awake). Hot and sticky today so I figured I'd skip the shower and go straight to the sweaty work, which we did. Yard work, cleaned out the pottery studio (even mopped the floor finally!), and threw a ginormous bowl that started to go "off" on me, so I widened it at two sides (like putting your fingers opposite each other inside the inner edge of a bowl and pulling outward till there are like two pour spouts on either side),and will have my honey attach it to the top of the cement fountain outside after I've fired and glazed it.....kewl!

Then I got all kinds of "I'm a goody goody because I did these boring inane chores" chores, and now we're grilling/steaming a tasty dinner.

Daughter was out of town for a week on vacation, and when she returned she said she'd decided that vacations were calorie free, and ate anything and everything she wanted. We don't know how, but doing NO exercise and eating things like ice cream for breakfast, she lost ten pounds in one week. I envy her. I have no metabolism anymore, and have to work my ass off to keep from gaining, let alone losing!

We also took a nice sweaty walk together "before it gets hot" he said...HAH! We were streaming sweat 40 minutes later! He, adorable and wonderful though he is, really really really needs to get in shape. We're too old to fuck around with not exercising all those important organs (yes, that one too!)

So I'm feeling mighty virtuous for reasons that have nothing to do with anyone else but me. I'm worth it.

Read a Bulletin Board today, new one

that has a distinct Christian focus. I wasn't expecting that, as it's for an author, but that's okay too.

The first three threads posted on the BB were about how someone had done someone wrong, and the poster and the answers were all focused on God getting the wrong doer and the poster being patient and assuming that God would do their dirty work for them.

Is it me, or is this just juvenile?

Oh well, when I get pissed, I get juvenile, too. And there have been more than two occasions on which I have distinctly asked a higher power to give someone jock itch.

It's good to know we're all sisters under the skin.

And another thing, before bed

WHAT the hell is the point of the so-called "coverage" of the political goings on in this country? When I grew up journalists had pride in their work. They weren't nasty little finger smellers looking for a moment of embarrassment to splash across Americans' uncaring minds.

Give me a BREAK!!

I don't trust Obama. Don't think he's got "the right stuff", but I'll vote for him, because we don't have anyone else to vote FOR.

Hello.....ello......ello.....ello....

First time here, with you, and the same old same old for me with journaling.

A friend online, whom I've never met but am certain I will spend an eternity of lifetimes with, whom I shall call Blue (you know who you are), gave me an unspoken good enough reason to do this. She shared one entry on her blog with me, and I felt closer to her. That is a good thing. I like Blue and her husband, whom I shall call Lorie (you also know who you are) and am convinced that we somehow can be friends over the distance between us.

Today, what did I do? I did that awful, horrendous, terrifying and health risking thing.....cleaned my office. Only a little though, on the off chance that there would be an excuse to do anything else AT ALL.

My office contains the flotsam and jetsom of all the "work" I do, plus all my personal paper work, plus anything else I can't find a place for. It's not technically a mess, because I know where everything is, but it's not pretty to look at. It does have a certain fullness to it that is satisfying, however. Visitors who have been allowed to gaze over the top crust have often remarked "homey". I don't think this was a term of endearment for ME, but a reflection of how my office clutter makes them feel.

In all other things I'm usually organized. I need a certain amount of chaos to create. Controlled chaos. HAH! Dream on Mimi, dream on.

Tomorrow is a day with clients, one in particular. It'll be so nice to hit the weekend.

My daughter's dad, no longer my mate but a lifelong friend, called me The Pink Planner. I loved to plan everything. Was afraid I couldn't handle life as it came if I didn't rehearse it by planning ahead. Now, I am happy to have no plans.

Except the ones that pertain to getting out of this berg, and into a community where I am happy to live out the rest of my days. I've been wanting to leave where we are for SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO damned long. I can taste the day I drive on out of here for the last time.

But more on that as we go along.

Today was a good day.