10/13 Monday 53°

Listening to: “Daddy Sang Bass” by Johnny Cash

 Phew. This is my third writing session this afternoon. My hand is tired, especially since the work on Freed is still mostly copying that old story. I’ll be done with that soon, though, and have to go back to thinking again. sigh.

 Looking at my last entry. I ended up making four pendants on Friday. Would have done more, but I ran out of time. Anyway, I’m happy with what I did get done. One of the pendants is for Cheryl; I got the art from a card she sent me about a month ago. It’s a Siamese cat that looks like her Toby. I don’t know yet if I’ll put it on a necklace or a bookmark, but it’s going to be her Christmas present.

 Also I found an announcement on Facebook for a Christmas craft market at Brewhalla in December. Checked out the application and discovered the fee is $65. For a show that only lasts six hours. And even if I got accepted for it (a big if, since it’s run by Unglued, where I’ve had no luck in the past), I know I’d be sitting at an unvisited table for at least the first hour. I’d have to have an unprecedented number of sales to break even, let alone make a profit. So, no.

 What else. The warm days appear to be over again. We had a lot of rain Saturday night, and it was windy all day yesterday. Well, as long as it doesn’t snow, I’m cool with it.

 We almost had Alyssa here for a few hours on Friday. She was off from school and Ryann had errands to run. But she had a playdate with a friend instead. Can’t believe she’d rather hang out with her friends than with Grandma and Bunny. Kids these days.

 Yesterday Heather and I set out to walk to a library that Paul had spotted on the NDSU campus. Just go up 14th Avenue, he said, and it’s outside the south entrance of the building right across University. Well, it wasn’t. We walked all the way around that building, and there was no little library. So instead we walked over to a new one Heather had spotted on 2nd Street. Turned out to be almost worth the three-mile (in the end) walk, because I picked up two more books I don’t really need, and Heather found one as well.

 In the afternoon Paul went out for a walk, after I’d told him of our failure. He sent me a picture of the campus library, to prove his point. “That’s not the building we went to,” I told him. Ah well, no, because it was actually 13th Avenue we should have gone up. Men. Now we have to hope the weather will be decent enough to go over there on Saturday. Heather’s working tomorrow and Thursday, so we can’t go before Saturday.

 There were loads of ladybugs around during those warmer days, including several in my bedroom. They’ve probably all gone back into hiding now. I kept finding them on my water tumbler while I was reading in bed. I do not want to drink a ladybug, no sir. 

 Micky has gotten into the habit of coming to cuddle with me before my alarm goes off in the morning. Today I had to get up to pee at five, then wnt back to bed. I had another trying-to-get-Alexa-to-work dream before the alarm went off, then got kitten-cuddled before I could think about getting up. He was up next to my face as usual, then all of a sudden he turned and just casually bit down on my chin. It was just a love bite, really. But I did not enjoy. Sometimes he can be a real pain.

 I only have a pin, two batches of beads, and three pendants in my buffer box right now. I have to get some work done there. I have been adding stuff to the Ko-fi shop as it expires from the Etsy shop, but lately either there hasn’t been anything, or it’s something I’m not putting in the Ko-fi shop. I guess I don’t have to add something new every day. But I feel like I’m falling behind otherwise.

 On the other hand, I haven’t put any of my Christmas stuff in there yet. So that’s another buffer, I guess. I’m going to start putting that in next month. But I do have some stuff coming up soon that’s hitting the two-year mark as well. Always have to be thinking about this stuff. Even if it bores my nonexistent readers.

 Good grievous my hand is tired.

Watched: Eureka

 RIP Udder Riverblossom. Father of Thursday Riverblossom and Mary Voltaire. Grandfather of True Riverblossom.

Reading: In the Pleasure Groove: Love, Death, and Duran Duran by John Taylor