What’s for dinner? They all seem to shout as I come home from work or in from my shop. Not one suggestion or offer from those who stare in hopes the dinner will magically appear. What’s for dinner? I ask them back but no answer will come from those staring back.
I throw out suggestions here and there but not one of those suggestions are accepted I fear. So I rummage through the cupboards and the internet too, hoping to find a dish that is new…
(Well tonight I decided on Salmon patties. Simple enough, but it would be nice if someone would speak up and give suggestions instead of expecting me to know what they do or do not want.)
What ever happened to the days when people went out of their way to be friendly and helpful, when customers could contact someone in person or by phone if there was a problem, where sellers didn’t treat you like you had a disease and actually knew that you are the one paying for THEIR services and product rather than believing that they are “God’s gift” and you should worship the ground they walked on! Just saying. I ordered a CD for my Art studio containing the contents of 36 books. It was suppose to have arrived no later than the 24th. It is now the 28th, so I went to the contact seller place and guess what! No contact information just vague questions and answers. I am a business woman and would be sure to keep in contact with my clients ESPECIALLY if there were a problem. This is my rant for the week.
Funny how one forgets the foolishness of youth! I DON’T drink, yet I do keep a couple wine coolers back for company (IE Mom). Those have been in my cupboard for over1 1/2 years now. I was so keyed up yesterday that instead of taking a 1/3 of a cup with Ice, I drank down a whole bottle. Needless to say I woke up with a migraine, an upset stomach and cotton mouth.
I swore that I would never overindulge again, yet I ignored that promise and paid the piper for it. So today will be a slow day since I have to drive my son home from Rapid tomorrow which means early down and no hangovers. Chores will help (laundry, baskets, and a few other things) keep me occupied. Some gal called me up and asked if I had time to go over some items and I flat out said this was one of my “Bad days” instead of saying “hangover.”
I do have good and bad days, usually brought on by stress and being around people. This year seems to be more stressful than most. I need to work to pay off some bills which are hanging over me (no help for hubster there) plus I promised my friend. Not next year though! I am having issues with the whole being in public thing again. Just wish I could handle it better, then I wouldn’t need the wine coolers for a crutch to get me wound down!
I know I should get things done today and tomorrow, but I am having issues. My stomach is really acting up and I am (again) having trouble sleeping. I know I should be digging out my paints, reeds or the like, but every time I think about it something pops its head out and I find myself having to do things I did not plan on. I know I should tell visitors “no” and take the proverbial phone off the hook, but that isn’t always as effective as one might think. I have a neighbor down the block who always shows up unannounced for coffee (wither or not it is ready or I am in the middle of projects. A lady who always wants me to go for coffee with her and my other work that the hubster keeps piling up for me to do. Boy, I could use a wine cooler right about now! One wild berry mix please! Any way, I do hope your days/evenings are doing better than mine lately!
Well it is going on 230 in the afternoon. Thought I would get the day to myself … Boy, was I ever dreaming! I went to the Post Office to check and see if my order of journals had arrived yet and ended up stopping at the museum as well to pick up two deteriorating mounted deer heads which I took to my mother’s garage so I could salvage the antlers before tossing the heads. I then came home and our neighbor came over (10am) and stayed until 12 at which time I ordered a Chinese dish for lunch. I walk out the door and run into the friend again. I told him to watch the dogs while I picked up lunch. My husband calls and asks me to do something on the computer when he leaves. 215 he does leave and I get hubster’s correspondence taken care of and am told he was leaving on a one week trip on Sunday. AFTER I tell him I am taking the bus down to Rapid to pick up our son (no dogs allowed!) and I leave 645am on Weds. Which means mom has to watch them for the day and it takes her til 7 to get ready (if she has nothing else pending!). I am now out in my shop with my cold lunch and posting this. So much for my intentions to start on my baskets or anything else I planned to do while he was gone today. I should know better. He always has ways to screw up my day!
Well, the structure is done. Windows in, electricity, flooring, loft (for storage) painted … Now it needs to get organized. What I thought was just my studio (which would give me a place for working ALL my art projects) has become our work shop/studio. IE I am relegated into choosing 1 thing to work on at any time (aside secretarial crap for him). He is doing 2 things, stained glass and minor repair of furniture. Anyway, my dreams of having a private workshop where no one hangs over my shoulder and critics everything I do (IE telling me I am doing it wrong because HE would never do it this way … ) has been shot to heck and I continue to have that annoying shadow following me EVERYWHERE!
I will be posting photos of the place soon as I get the camera out here. We still need a heater, shades and he is currently working on a peg system to hang the reeds for my baskets … Oh yeah! Did I tell you I was going to do baskets? Hope you are all having a great day!
I know, I know! Another rundown of what is happening this week. Choice #1: Working this summer: Good? I get out the house a few days a week and am paying off bills I would not have been able to do otherwise. Bad? It is effecting my health. I am getting less and less enamored with working out in the public. It is dragging me down and I am feeling depressed and stressed. Even my pills aren’t working, and I am NOT going to increase them again for all the gold in the world! They are starting to put me into a sleepwalker state when I take them (too strong). Choice#2: The basket weaving … I am going to enjoy it … Will bring in funds … Don’t have to interact with people … The jury is still out on the bad!Choice #3 The new phone: Sure it is simple … NOT! I can’t set up individual ring tones … Doesn’t have some of the neat stuff my old phone had, and it is bigger than I wanted! Good? It doesn’t ring on its own and actually works like it is suppose to.
Anyway, I just found out I have to go out a half hour earlier to be around people today due to the Park’s 85th Birthday party. So sorry about the post. Not feeling up to this, but I am doing it for a dear friend. Have a great day!