What a difference having my medication made. I made coffee without making a mess, went for a walk, did chores, and even made myself write for a little bit. (I wrote about why I write.) Getting back in the habit of writing, I"ll be ready to write a short story (or two) soon. (And it helps that school has started back up.) I'm not worried about whether it will be good or not. It doesn't matter if it's one of the worst things I've ever written. It's practice. I just need to come up with a topic to write about (other than sex...I think about that more than enough as it is.)


From my little walk yesterday:



Some wild white asters.




A pair of dragonflies...I like the heart-shape they're making. There were a lot of those little blue dragonflies out, but it was really hard to get close for a decent photo.

I've had a rather interesting day. When I got up, I thought, "I'd better make some coffee." Which would have been a completely awesome idea, if I would have put the basket for the grounds in all the way. I didn't notice it wasn't closed correctly. Not until there was coffee and coffee grounds all over the counter (and on the pot and in it.) And I was standing not more than a foot away, fixing lunch for my youngest. I did manage to (eventually) get my prescriptions filled. I got back into town about 15 minutes before my therapy appointment. It's too late in the day to take my meds (unless I want to be awake most-if not all-night. And the only way I'd wanna do that is if I had company I'd want to be up with all night.)

My military friends used to tease me about being from Wisconsin. "What's there? Cows and cheese?"






Okay, there are a lot of cows. (My adoptive father grew up on a dairy farm. We went there several times a year. I even got to ride on a cow once, which is not as fun as it sounds.) But I had to let them know, there is something else Wisconsin is known for.





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Spent four hours waiting while my oldest did her little sister's hair...had this sneaking suspicion I was forgetting something super important. And I did. I needed to go to the pharmacy for my adhd prescription. I was positive I'd have plenty of time after the hair appointment. I mean, how long can hair color and a cut take? Tomorrow's her first day back to school. And I've got to try to get up (and stay up) like normal people do. Which means I can't stay up late, no matter how not tired I am. So...it will probably be sometime tomorrow before I can finish the blog blog challenge...I only liked one of my pics for it and haven't had an opportunity (or privacy) to redo them. And I'm a bit sad I have to run to the pharmacy in the morning. I had plans.

Procrastinating...should be mowing, but just got back from shopping. My youngest is pretty set for school (she's getting her brows and hair done tomorrow) and I found myself some cute undies. No bras, though, in spite of the nearly hour and at least 20 different ones I tried on at Victoria's Secret. (Cause theirs are not made for short people.) I suppose, though, I should change and get on that yard. (And hope I don't get stung.) Then I can have a nice, cold Rhoades' Scholar Stout.

Yesterday evening, I sat on my side porch with "Writing Down the Bones" to read a couple chapters. One of the chapters (Write Anyplace) started off with dozens of reasons-okay, really excuses-we give ourselves for not writing. One of them was "you lost your favorite pen" and I had to laugh because literally, I did lose my favorite pen. I forgot it at the bank. That's not my reason for not writing, though. Cause fortunately for me, I have at least another pen just like that one. It's more like if I'm writing, I write whatever I'm thinking about...which sometimes gets me into thinking about what I'm feeling. And I don't want to think too much about last weekend. Don't get me wrong. I had an absolutely fabulous time. I'm just not sure how I feel about it. But I did end up writing after all.

I have a lot of books. Some I haven't read. Some I've only read the beginning and end of. Having a hard time finding ones I haven't read at all (other than a few Phyllis A. Whitney's and frankly, I'm not in the mood) so I've settled on "It" which is one of the few Stephen King books I didn't read when I was in high school. I don't like clowns. They creep me out with their fake, painted-on smiles.

Wow, found those ads on the side a bit disconcerting. And distracting but not in a good way. If I have to see ads, can't they at least NOT be targeted towards men?

I like Adam Sandler better. But you gotta love the eye patch and whatever that is, passing for dancing.


Taking a little coffee break while I maybe figure out what I'm going to work on. I was out in my garden. I need to mow, but it's too hot out. There's stuff in the basement. And then there's the disaster called my room. I could write, maybe, but I'm not in the mood. Maybe I'll just curl up with a book for awhile.

Hollyhocks; the only clump I have. They're supposed to be deer-resistant but if that were true, I'd have a lot more.

Been busy the last few days between organizing/cleaning my room (about half-way done) and going through stuff in my basement. My oldest and her fiance helped in the basement. They were just going to throw out everything they didn't want (and everything they think I don't need) but I talked them into donating the things that someone else might be able to use and tossing the rest. Still lots to go through, but I can see the progress and that feels good.

Looking forward to school starting next week. Even looking forward to the shopping trip planned for Monday. (Cause I'm getting new undies.)

What I hope to be doing later. (Not the getting sloshed bit, the dancing.) I think I can be ready to leave here in about 40 minutes. Still have to figure out what I'm gonna wear, but I'm waiting for my nails to dry. My daughter called to tell me I can go to that birthday party my neighbor was invited to (and I wasn't) but I declined. Some of it's a matter of pride, and some of it's a matter of principle.

And now, the birthday girl herself just called and told me to come. I've known her since I've lived up her. I said okay, but I don't really want to. It's that pride thing. It won't kill me but I sure do hate being put on the spot.