if i was going to embrace the weirdness in the universe and give in to my whims i'd collect things. once i had a thing for pigs, but that got out of hand and once you collect things people give you the most amazing amount of crap because you're an easy target (and you will never again get anything but that which you collect).

what would i collect? whoa ho ho ho. i'd be that crazy woman.

- wall pockets (who knew? i mean, i like vintage ceramics and wall pockets only crossed my radar this week. full disclosure, i do have a bid in for ONE on ebay if it stays at $5, and it's probably for a gift).

- frankoma pottery, specifically, potlitical mugs. dude. carter mondale. need i say more?

- chairs. oh wait. um. yeah. don't look in the basement.

- birdhouses. why the hell not? i'm going for the crazy award, remember?

- i would NOT collect or keep anything previously attached to my body, i'm not going there.

- does collecting $100 bills count? will anyone give me a bunch of them for a gift? hmmm.

Posted by talkingcrow at 05:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

This rain. It's gettin' to me. ENOUGH.

I do not get bored, but I sometimes get restless. Today, I am very restless. My back is killing me, which means I'd love to lay down but nothing is comfortable. I got up earlier than I would have liked, etc. And I'm just not in the mood for anything at all. It's too cold and rainy to fuss in the yard, I should be working, but I'm distracted by everything else that I'm not in the mood for, I've spent enough money lately on random stuff and I'm not itching to drain the entire account (ok, I might buy some gourd seeds soon, because I want to try to grow some gourds - no reason at all, just my daily OCD moment).

bleh.

A bath and a novel would be great, but now monkeybaby will be awake in less than 10 minutes, so I might get a shower if I'm lucky. I'd like to cook, but given that some of my discretionary spending lately has had to be on fat pants (all my jeans are uncomfortable) I think I'll lay low on that one. I'd love to go for a walk, but the DAMNED RAIN continues. whinge whinge.

My brain is just tired. Deeply tired.

Posted by talkingcrow at 12:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I see knitting blogs posting lovely little jewels of things... and I gaze a bit nostalgically at various piles of yarn around here, but my knitting mojo is still LOST. I think it's just been such a long winter that unless it's pouring rain and dark outside I can't quite sit still. I *really* miss knitting.

Oh wait, I have an almost 15 month old child. Right. Available knitting time falls into "I must work because a paycheck is good", "I must clean because this mess seriously makes me bad crazy", "I must cook because food is required intake", or "I must sleep because it's too dark to work in the garden".

Yarn, do not lose hope. There will yet be days of quiet time together.

Posted by talkingcrow at 02:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)