Today, I have to re-think my purpose for being here.
It seems that my set goal is interfering with my necessary goal, which is to make a living.
So, I am changing my raison d’etre ici.
I have to concentrate on designs for my Ravelry store and products for my Etsy shop.
And I have to write.
So the project goal has been suspended and although I’m sure my projects will continue, they will do so infrequently. The blog posts will continue. That’s too much fun to abandon.
Today I begin again. I want to do what I love and still bring home some bacon. I love pig. Have to have green in order to have pig! And I do not want to work for anyone else again. It’s difficult for a fringe dwelling, pantyhose hating, jeans loving, red-headed, wild haired, random, possibly ADD woman with attitude to work in Corporate America.
I want to avoid that if at all possible.
Dinner’s late, it’s time to cook.
Pull out the pot, the recipe book,
Gather together needed ingredients,
No time to dawdle, be expedient.
Lizard spit, tail of cat,
Eye of newt, ear of bat,
Hair of horse, a puppy tooth,
Supper’s a spell of witch, forsooth.
Chop and mix and stir it well.
Watch it bubble, watch it swell.
Mutter, snort, and purse the lips.
Invoke fat absence from the hips.
Add powdered croc, a bit of spice.
Tap the pot, circle it thrice.
Sprinkle in baboon butt fur,
Crumble and add two cocklebur.
Now it’s done, supper’s ready.
Hold the bowl, keep it steady.
Serve it up, eat your dinner.
Mama’s brew, alas a winner!
I love writing stupid poetry.
I tried a blood glucose lowering drug for a while that was derived from a chemical found in the saliva of the Gila monster. I called it lizard spit. It is an injection. Stuff made me hurl. Repeatedly. I tried that therapy twice. Just couldn’t hang with the nausea.
In other news, I managed to get a couple more garlands lit and placed around the Christmas village. We need a couple more village pieces now that there is a dedicated place above the windows to display them. I’ll check the stores tomorrow. Bob and I are going to Christmas shop and perhaps take in a movie. It’s our weekend adventure. Aren’t we just the most exciting old people ever?
So now I wish you a happy weekend.
See ya Monday!