Candles and Wicks
I like candles. What I don't like is that most of the time I run out of wick leaving behind a good bit of unused candle.
Sometimes I complain about inconsequential things. It provides an avenue of acceptable whining when what I really want to complain about is how much my back hurts from the arthritis I have in my whole spine. No one really wants to hear about that.
In this joyous season I woke up feeling - sad. And my back hurt. And my husband gave me a "chore list" of things that require adulting.
I made a cup of tea, English Breakfast decaf. today with 10 pounds of sugar in it. Slight exaggeration. I tried to start adulting.
Advice-Do not try to adult while wearing night clothes. You may not be able to resist the temptation to climb back in bed.
After some unsuccessful adulting - totally not my fault, blame Harley Davidson, I got dressed and did the dreaded BILL PAYING.
It is actually only one bill but I have to call and then I have to keep entering all these numbers followed by the pound key and press one if correct and so on. It was so much nicer when they had an office and I could drop by and chat with Rachel (my sons old girlfriend) while I paid.
I have procrastinated on laundry and now I have a pile rivaling Mt. McKinley. Of course, once it is sorted it will be more like the smaller, older mountain chain of the Appalachians.
Note to friends out of the area: You say it with a latch. Not a laish. Someone should tell the weather channel people.
I went to Taylor Books on Capitol Street in Charleston on Thursday. Of course the Peanut Shop was the first stop. I got 1/4 pound of almonds covered in dark chocolate. Yes, of course they are now gone. At Taylor's I picked up a stack of books that included two by regional author Robert Gipe. I am so over the e-book thing. Anyway, two different workers there asked if I like him.. When I said I had not read him they assured me I would love the books.
I just started the first one TRAMPOLINE and I do love it so far. How can a person go wrong with a book about Kentucky hill people fighting a coal company, from the point of a 15 year old girl.
I have been thinking of my mother. On Monday we would have been reading The Birds Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggins, not the similarly named Dickens book. We did every year. I have not read it in the two Christmases since her death. The book is on the shelf to my left glaring at me and making me uncomfortable. If it keeps looking at me like that I am going to give it away.
Sometimes I complain about inconsequential things. It provides an avenue of acceptable whining when what I really want to complain about is how much my back hurts from the arthritis I have in my whole spine. No one really wants to hear about that.
In this joyous season I woke up feeling - sad. And my back hurt. And my husband gave me a "chore list" of things that require adulting.
I made a cup of tea, English Breakfast decaf. today with 10 pounds of sugar in it. Slight exaggeration. I tried to start adulting.
Advice-Do not try to adult while wearing night clothes. You may not be able to resist the temptation to climb back in bed.
After some unsuccessful adulting - totally not my fault, blame Harley Davidson, I got dressed and did the dreaded BILL PAYING.
It is actually only one bill but I have to call and then I have to keep entering all these numbers followed by the pound key and press one if correct and so on. It was so much nicer when they had an office and I could drop by and chat with Rachel (my sons old girlfriend) while I paid.
I have procrastinated on laundry and now I have a pile rivaling Mt. McKinley. Of course, once it is sorted it will be more like the smaller, older mountain chain of the Appalachians.
Note to friends out of the area: You say it with a latch. Not a laish. Someone should tell the weather channel people.
I went to Taylor Books on Capitol Street in Charleston on Thursday. Of course the Peanut Shop was the first stop. I got 1/4 pound of almonds covered in dark chocolate. Yes, of course they are now gone. At Taylor's I picked up a stack of books that included two by regional author Robert Gipe. I am so over the e-book thing. Anyway, two different workers there asked if I like him.. When I said I had not read him they assured me I would love the books.
I just started the first one TRAMPOLINE and I do love it so far. How can a person go wrong with a book about Kentucky hill people fighting a coal company, from the point of a 15 year old girl.
I have been thinking of my mother. On Monday we would have been reading The Birds Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggins, not the similarly named Dickens book. We did every year. I have not read it in the two Christmases since her death. The book is on the shelf to my left glaring at me and making me uncomfortable. If it keeps looking at me like that I am going to give it away.
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