Wishing Upon A Star



August 19
At A Loss


I am at a total loss as to what to write about tonight. Today was so uneventful that I have nothing to say.

Pathetic.

I went out to lunch with Dee to celebrate the good news she got at the doctor’s today. No signs of any cancer recurrence a year after the fact. I was fairly confident everything was o.k. I just had a good feeling about it. Having learned from her past mistakes she called me as soon as she got to her car, and we met for lunch.

It’s odd that we never seem to run out of conversation. We talk for hours every day, and usually spend time together several days a week. Granted we often rehash the same thing over and over –often our frustration with our schools or with the chorus- but we still keep on talking.

I’m trying to convince her to go to New York with me next weekend. Even though it’s so close to the start of school, I’m afraid that if I don’t do something for myself I’ll be ready for the last round-up before we get to October 1st.



I’ve realized my paper journal is suffering since I’ve started this online journal. My paper journal has always been a nifty book of clippings and collages, of stickers and stamps, but I’ve allowed it to become neglected.

I’ve set a task to copy all of these entries into the paper journal so that I can continue with my decorating and doodling. This is a huge undertaking though. I’ve only gotten as far as July 7.

If my printer worked I might just print out all the pages, glue them in and decorate them, but that’s not possible right now. So I’m transcribing by hand.

I’m not sure I’m ever going to finish it, I’ll always be a few days behind.



I really do want to work to improve my writing, so I can’t just let any of this slide. I’m really afraid that will happen once school starts again. Of course once school starts again I’ll fall into an even more mundane phase of things.

egads.

I’ve put a little hard covered blank book in my bag, in hopes that if anything worth remembering happens, Ill take the time to write it down so I can expand on it later. If my journal were up to date I might carry that around, but that’s a much larger book and begins to weigh a ton after a while.

I have this thing for blank books of all designs and sizes, so I have a bookcase shelf that is stuffed full of them. I buy them when I see them, and then can’t find a purpose for them. Some of them are lined, which I really don’t like, as doing any kind of artsy stuff on lined paper just doesn’t look right. But the cover or something about it spoke to me, so I had to buy them.

It’s all part of that addictive personality that I’ve talked about.



I’m slated to spend the day with R.J. tomorrow, but in that I haven’t heard from him at all this week, I don’t know if it’s going to happen. It’ll end up being last minute if it does come together.

Today was a great mail day. I got a card from Cathy that says, "Do you ever get that feeling…that your guardian angle has gone out for a smoke?" I laughed and laughed. I also got a RAK from one of the stampers on my e-mail list. A RAK is a random Act of Kindness, and what we do is just pick someone from the list and make a card or something to send to them. This one included a magnet she made.

I also got my package from my Secret Stamper. This is another thing we do on the list. We are assigned a person to send a package to once a month. The package is generally some sort of stamping supplies, or a favorite snack, or pin, or, well, anything that the person you send the gift to might like. It’s a lot of fun to buy for a total stranger, and it’s great to see what someone else chooses for you. The recipient is supposed to get their package before the 20th of the month. We all submit completed questionnaires about our likes, dislikes and what we need so that we all have a shopping list to help us out.

I’m such a child. I love getting mail and packages.

I’ve started to enjoy the book I’m reading, so I now have to try to force myself to stop reading and go to sleep at a reasonable hour.

Seems like the thing to do right now.

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