more jibberish

by all means, feel free to disregard. I feel like writing lists helps me to organize my brain.

these are the things I need to do today.
– mail my rent check
– do some laundry
– wash dishes
– would be a really good idea to clean the bathroom

trying to decide whether I want to go to Beaman Park after work. alternatively, I have a lot of books that I need to be reading so I could instead spend the evening at Coco (drinking coffee…?). yet another option would be to clean the house and then read in the bathtub (ahh).

new project idea: book quilts. found some really fantastic ideas on Pinterest and now I need to go to a fabric store for woodgrain fabric. no, I have not finished that chess quilt yet at all. in fact, I have a long way to go — those templates have soo many small pieces that I ended up losing a few of them and need to re-print them all. gah. I guess I could work on that tonight…..

I need to avoid Pinterest like the plague. every time I spend any amount of time there, it makes me want to amend my dating criteria to only include Super Rich — so that I can get married and spend all my time decorating and making things. ahhhhh. (love is overrated….right….? dammit, just kidding. money is overrated.) I also officially hate all of my FB friends who post stuff during the day about how they’re making stupid baby books to sell on Etsy (eh heh, just kidding about this too of course) or how they’ve finished pickling the three different kinds of peppers that they picked from their garden only just this morning (using, naturally, fresh herbs from the herb garden, which is probably separate from the vegetable garden and definitely from the flower garden).

believe it or not, I have actually gotten stuff done this morning. while daydreaming about re-seasoning all my cast iron, and oiling all of my cutting boards.

oh guys, btw, the naan was delicious (as always – I mean, I’m a decent cook if I’m being honest here).

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I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes.

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