Where Does The Time Go?
Woah! I must have forgotten to sign out last time 'cuz it sure was easy to get to the dashboard. Hey girls, is that something I should care about?
Woah! -again. I have neither read my girls' blogs nor posted my own in what seems to be this lifetime. I wonder if I have all of a sudden given up talk-to-yourself therapy, or have I been to busy to remember?
I love reading Erin's blog especially as I realize that when we talk on the phone I forget to ask things like what does your house look like and what does your bed look like and how big was the truck? I think I just quickly go to my generic house, bed and truck picture file and slip them into the space between the words. I always love her language in print anyway so its just as well.
Yes what about that Cob Party that Sara commented on Erin's blog about? Surely it was at least equal to the acorn pate, but got no mention...curious. Maybe the fact that it was on the front page of the newspaper made me think I had written aboout it myself.
Moving forward, I AM in love with the Cob Studio! I was so inspired by the social space that it became more than a week ago, that I have moved in more thoroughly. I installed the wing chair that I gleaned from the curb near Jame's house, right next to the wood stove,put in the place of the rickety card table that just was all wrong, and even entertained Meryl for supper as a reenactment of the gala. There was wine leftover -it happens when you buy a 3 liter box of each of two colors, a table cloth, soup and corn bread warmed on the wood stove, and something temporarily forgettable for dessert.
Study group was cancelled for tonight and I thought I might go to the movies but here I am blogging. Which brings me to a new realization of a great abcess that is festering around my being lead off course by something that becomes urgent just because it pops up on my screen.
Speaking of that, dinner time is quickly leaving the station and if I don't grab for the conductor in a minute here I'll be very sad.
Other highlights of my absence include, Having the time of my life at: selling my stuff at the Phoenixville Farmers Market, watching LOST HORIZON at the Colonial, going to the dentist with Jame and Ivy, having good fun cousins nearby to eat with and have fun with, hearing the news that King is actually coming home, reportedly for Thanksgiving, making stuff for the upcoming craft shows and being reborn in the knowledge that I really do always have enough even though I have had three unscheduled but highly successful selling events and my shelves are looking bare...AND my Friday morning adults class is a highlight of each week. What a lucky girl I am. And I haven't whined publicly or privately for at least three weeks.
I had a great lesson in manifesting what you want the other day but I have no time to elaborate -I am choosing dinner instead.
Woah! -again. I have neither read my girls' blogs nor posted my own in what seems to be this lifetime. I wonder if I have all of a sudden given up talk-to-yourself therapy, or have I been to busy to remember?
I love reading Erin's blog especially as I realize that when we talk on the phone I forget to ask things like what does your house look like and what does your bed look like and how big was the truck? I think I just quickly go to my generic house, bed and truck picture file and slip them into the space between the words. I always love her language in print anyway so its just as well.
Yes what about that Cob Party that Sara commented on Erin's blog about? Surely it was at least equal to the acorn pate, but got no mention...curious. Maybe the fact that it was on the front page of the newspaper made me think I had written aboout it myself.
Moving forward, I AM in love with the Cob Studio! I was so inspired by the social space that it became more than a week ago, that I have moved in more thoroughly. I installed the wing chair that I gleaned from the curb near Jame's house, right next to the wood stove,put in the place of the rickety card table that just was all wrong, and even entertained Meryl for supper as a reenactment of the gala. There was wine leftover -it happens when you buy a 3 liter box of each of two colors, a table cloth, soup and corn bread warmed on the wood stove, and something temporarily forgettable for dessert.
Study group was cancelled for tonight and I thought I might go to the movies but here I am blogging. Which brings me to a new realization of a great abcess that is festering around my being lead off course by something that becomes urgent just because it pops up on my screen.
Speaking of that, dinner time is quickly leaving the station and if I don't grab for the conductor in a minute here I'll be very sad.
Other highlights of my absence include, Having the time of my life at: selling my stuff at the Phoenixville Farmers Market, watching LOST HORIZON at the Colonial, going to the dentist with Jame and Ivy, having good fun cousins nearby to eat with and have fun with, hearing the news that King is actually coming home, reportedly for Thanksgiving, making stuff for the upcoming craft shows and being reborn in the knowledge that I really do always have enough even though I have had three unscheduled but highly successful selling events and my shelves are looking bare...AND my Friday morning adults class is a highlight of each week. What a lucky girl I am. And I haven't whined publicly or privately for at least three weeks.
I had a great lesson in manifesting what you want the other day but I have no time to elaborate -I am choosing dinner instead.
posted by cara graver at 3:27 PM
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