I am trying to get a picture of Bud, the frog that lives in my garden, but he hops away before I can grab the camera.
I am covered in dirt from the garden and primer that we are rolling over our walls. I prime without rhyme (except for this sentence) or reason. I just gravitate to whatever section of the wall I want to and abandon other sections that are partially primed. I trust that Steve will finish them. We are definitely going to need to put some kind of molding up, because I do not have the patience to paint edges without getting it on the ceiling.
Gardening and painting are good distractions from the “Oh god, what I am I going to do with my life” feeling. I am still going in to the early morning shift at the job I’ve had all year, which is fast becoming even less tolerable now that it is my sole endeavor, and I am not able to totally relax and enjoy having the rest of the day free unless there is a project to structure my time.
I have sent in resumes to various places.
If blogging ever becomes my whole life, someone please, lead me gently but firmly away from the computer, and then slather it (or me) with primer.
Jun 2nd 2005Everyday life