chrocheting granny squares
Friday I slept in a little, but still got out of bed before Trish; surfed the cyber-seas for women who were hotornot.com, then, once Trish was out of bed & had finished her cereal, sat around & listened to the CDs in my changer. I took a bath, as my finger is now pretty healed (scalded it on coffee on the 6th, final shot day). Trish waited awhile for her shower, to replenish the supply of hot water, & also did dishes: same situation, you always have to wait.
At noon, we went over to Feed My Sheep, who had open face sandwiches that day. A trip to the grocery store ate $12 of the 40 buckadingdongs I'd ear-marked for food for the week. Including yogurt.
While Trish did a little bit of housekeeping -- vacuuming -- I ran out to Western drug for Abilify (do I have the speed to carry on?) & Artane, the latter of which Trish needed also. We watched a lot of TV & Trish played a lot of Penguins. I fixed us some sketti, & sauteed the onion & green pepper we'd bought, in order to add it to the sauce. Unfortunately, I started to cook the sketti too soon, the veggies weren't completely done, but we ate it anyway. Trish also liked the idea of eating leftovers today, so she could go to Church on Saturday.
Then I wanted to take a nap, so we could stay up & see Battlestar Galactica. While I tried to nap, Trish called the woman who'd taught her to crochet, as she'd forgotten how to start a granny square. Karen didn't understand why Trish couldn't see her after work -- taxi grab -- & refused to visit our domicile. Finally, we tried the Internet, but couldn't come up with a page that'd show diagrams. One page I printed up she tore up & threw in the garbage, which turned me into Cranky Bear: ink is expensive.
Keith called while I was trying to help Trish; I called him back when Trish finally decided to experiment, using the page I did print up. I called back, but being a terminal addict of the orgasm drug (not the sex-wise) I decided to go to bed early & tape our TV show.
I got out of bed around 6:00 this morning, & found a bunch of messages from fantasy friends on my email. This led me to the Hot or Not page, which went "Oh my gosh, no way" again, but I can't tell if it's the people talking or the banner ad. The ad was up the last time it did this to me. Since I couldn't find anyone online now, I tried the keyword "science fiction". One woman who wrote seems well-poised to buy my book. I just wish I didn't have to self-promote so bad. If you want to see what I'm talking about, check out The Mind-Warp Era (pen name W.C. Leadbeater) at Amazon.com. It's a hot book.
At noon, we went over to Feed My Sheep, who had open face sandwiches that day. A trip to the grocery store ate $12 of the 40 buckadingdongs I'd ear-marked for food for the week. Including yogurt.
While Trish did a little bit of housekeeping -- vacuuming -- I ran out to Western drug for Abilify (do I have the speed to carry on?) & Artane, the latter of which Trish needed also. We watched a lot of TV & Trish played a lot of Penguins. I fixed us some sketti, & sauteed the onion & green pepper we'd bought, in order to add it to the sauce. Unfortunately, I started to cook the sketti too soon, the veggies weren't completely done, but we ate it anyway. Trish also liked the idea of eating leftovers today, so she could go to Church on Saturday.
Then I wanted to take a nap, so we could stay up & see Battlestar Galactica. While I tried to nap, Trish called the woman who'd taught her to crochet, as she'd forgotten how to start a granny square. Karen didn't understand why Trish couldn't see her after work -- taxi grab -- & refused to visit our domicile. Finally, we tried the Internet, but couldn't come up with a page that'd show diagrams. One page I printed up she tore up & threw in the garbage, which turned me into Cranky Bear: ink is expensive.
Keith called while I was trying to help Trish; I called him back when Trish finally decided to experiment, using the page I did print up. I called back, but being a terminal addict of the orgasm drug (not the sex-wise) I decided to go to bed early & tape our TV show.
I got out of bed around 6:00 this morning, & found a bunch of messages from fantasy friends on my email. This led me to the Hot or Not page, which went "Oh my gosh, no way" again, but I can't tell if it's the people talking or the banner ad. The ad was up the last time it did this to me. Since I couldn't find anyone online now, I tried the keyword "science fiction". One woman who wrote seems well-poised to buy my book. I just wish I didn't have to self-promote so bad. If you want to see what I'm talking about, check out The Mind-Warp Era (pen name W.C. Leadbeater) at Amazon.com. It's a hot book.
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