When I moved to the PNW, I picked up a pencil and started to capture my world on paper. I had tried before, but I never possessed the patience or satisfaction to continue making art. COVID changed things. I suddenly had time to stare at my unused art supplies and contemplate a project or two.
A new neighbor is building a house and I complimented her with, "Love the portal window, it's super cute." "Oh, thanks! The port hole window was my idea." WHAT! Doesn't everyone carry a catalog of Lord of the Rings and Sci-Fi canon in their brains and have it spit out at inopportune times? And now
Jalapenos, carrots, garlic, and potatoes. Done. Should we get basil, too? I reviewed the list on my phone and wondered where they'd moved it. For some reason, this store liked to play hide-and-seek with its produce. I never knew where to look for things. I hefted my baggie of potatoes, frowned behind my mask, and
I set about this morning on my semi-annual clock changing project, double-checking the ones that reset themselves and being slightly annoyed with those that don't. My GE Spacesaver Eterna series microwave was one of the later, so I went through its little menu to change the time. I had forgotten that it asks me the
