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k_sereinroomOne activity I’ve done consistently so far this year is paint in my art journal every day. It isn’t the typical kind of art journal, in that I don’t write or collage things. It doesn’t necessarily reflect my day, although I’ve noticed that my recent entries have been looser and sloppier abstracts. I tend to use the same shapes over and over, and I’m mostly interested in the color combinations. I’ve been using watercolors I like, and today I used the dirty water from yesterday and was fine with that. When things look unfinished, I scribble little details with a gel pen or black Sharpie. The pages are 11 X 9, and I paint on either ¼ or 1/3 of a page each day. So, it isn’t a stretch on distracted or low energy days.
Today I made the “mercy meal” as created by ChatGpt from my food supply list. It’s merely a box of mac and cheese, with some previously cooked ground beef added. I also added the last remnants of the jar of peperoncini, and was satisfied with the results. My challenge this week is using all the cilantro before it goes bad.
A neighbor came knocking on my door today because she hadn’t seen me around lately. I assured her I’m OK. She saw the note on my door about the creeper, but I’m more angry than afraid.
There was another knock on my door this evening, and I stayed quiet. A new neighbor who hasn’t met me had bought and left a roll of static cling privacy window covering. Wrote not to pay her back but to pay it forward. Sweet. I attempted to get up on a step stool and there’s no way I can do this myself, so I’ll have to see what my next step will be.
When I was bombarded by life, I had to make multiple decisions on the fly all the time. Now I have time to second guess myself, it’s more difficult.
This evening I watched the first episode of the new season of Miss Scarlet on Masterpiece. Season six. I enjoy the stories, the acting, and most of all the cinematography. It’s set in Victorian London in 1882.
I’m very drawn to stories of women who are detectives. They find out truths, and resolve things. They’re also often weirdos, who find a way to get through life.
I used to read a lot of detective books I borrowed from the library. Something unusual about my choices that has likely impacted my life in ways I don’t understand, is that I rarely watched television from 1975 – 2005. People I worked with would reference things, and I had few clues. Of course, I noticed culture around me, looked at some magazines, and heard things on the radio playing at work. But I didn’t care for the eras. I didn’t have proximity to anyone interested in the same things that matter to me, so I just stumbled and wafted through as best I could.
Today I made the “mercy meal” as created by ChatGpt from my food supply list. It’s merely a box of mac and cheese, with some previously cooked ground beef added. I also added the last remnants of the jar of peperoncini, and was satisfied with the results. My challenge this week is using all the cilantro before it goes bad.
A neighbor came knocking on my door today because she hadn’t seen me around lately. I assured her I’m OK. She saw the note on my door about the creeper, but I’m more angry than afraid.
There was another knock on my door this evening, and I stayed quiet. A new neighbor who hasn’t met me had bought and left a roll of static cling privacy window covering. Wrote not to pay her back but to pay it forward. Sweet. I attempted to get up on a step stool and there’s no way I can do this myself, so I’ll have to see what my next step will be.
When I was bombarded by life, I had to make multiple decisions on the fly all the time. Now I have time to second guess myself, it’s more difficult.
This evening I watched the first episode of the new season of Miss Scarlet on Masterpiece. Season six. I enjoy the stories, the acting, and most of all the cinematography. It’s set in Victorian London in 1882.
I’m very drawn to stories of women who are detectives. They find out truths, and resolve things. They’re also often weirdos, who find a way to get through life.
I used to read a lot of detective books I borrowed from the library. Something unusual about my choices that has likely impacted my life in ways I don’t understand, is that I rarely watched television from 1975 – 2005. People I worked with would reference things, and I had few clues. Of course, I noticed culture around me, looked at some magazines, and heard things on the radio playing at work. But I didn’t care for the eras. I didn’t have proximity to anyone interested in the same things that matter to me, so I just stumbled and wafted through as best I could.
