Today Is Thursday, April 11, 2024: This Is What Happened.

Sleepy. Plus, all day, it felt like Friday. Pretty much the same thing. It's my last day of physical therapy.

I came home and made a page in my art journal. The theme is GEOMETRIC FORMS, and here is what I wrote in my journal. One could read what I wrote in the photo.

There are so many different, so-called boxes. That comes in so many sizes and shapes.

For me, the worst box shape is the one you put in against your will. Some of the boxes we're just exploring. And for whatever reason, that box isn't for you/me. It's okay not to stay. When it comes to boxes, they might be crowded, scary, happy, lonely, and so on. Sorry to say there is no perfect box. They all need entrance and exit.

I'm going to be brave and try AUTOMATIC WRITING. Editor's Note: I will edit the automatic writing. I will type for 12 minutes.

Use a playing card and do an artist trading card with alcohol ink. Interesting effect. Let me tell you, I really enjoy retirement. Even if the money is super low. My social security check is only 505. That embarrassing. Help! I'm having trouble doing automatic writing. It is different on the keyboard. I don't think any ghost is working the keyboard. Good lord, they're horrible types, let alone spelling. What else is going on? Still, crazies are shooting off their mouths about gay pride here. But it is slowing down a bit. Did you hear they pass the H 710 here in Idaho? How many will use it? I decided to give 250 back to my local library so they could purchase books. I know it doesn't work that way. Worried about this year's election.

Frogs eat watermelon. I don't care all that much for watermelon. I got two pounds of strawberries and four pounds of butter, and it cost me $12. Not bad. Everything is expensive. Maybe the chicken will crow. I don't understand why this hate is going around. My way or the highway. Being divided doesn't accomplish anything. It makes our world more unrest. I thought of a better word than unrest. But I couldn't get it typed out. For my ATC cards, I'm doing birds after the birds. I will be doing cats. They meow. I bet most of you already knew that. Surprise, I got this far down the paper. I'm sure it won't be novel. Hope not.

I'm happy. But sometimes I'm not. On the 24th, I plan to check out a local writing group. Sat, there is an art show at the Pearl. Plus, my son Bart is coming up with his family. February is the last time I saw them. Murphy and his sister Faith are going to Oregon for a week starting Friday. Their nephew died. I need to post his arbitrary. He was just in his thirties. Same age as my son. I hope I never have to experience burying a child. My mind just froze. Bart has been battling cancer. But he takes care of it super well.

Here is an article on HOUSE BILL 710

Coffee is on.

Wednesday, April 10, 2024: This Is What Happened.

Let's see what things are done today. Stayed home. And it felt good.

Had my morning coffee with my hubby. I meant to try some AUTOMATIC WRITING this morning before my brain totally woke up. Confession time...I would like to do automatic writing with a keyboard. And use it as a blog post. But I worry about grammar and spelling. 

Hubby and I worked on the raspberries. Now, we will get a good crop.

I've been doing well with my well-being. I finished one page on my zig-zag book, let the Mod Podge dry, and completed one artist's trading card. I've also been either exercising or going for a walk.

Coffee is on.

Today Is Tuesday, April 9, 2024: This Is What Happened.

I could be a jerk here in Idaho. As long as I have no ties to foreign terrorist groups. Yes. I could do a lot of threatening and some damage. Not likely to be charged with anything or maybe a misdemeanor. Because it's my right to freedom of speech.

Here are three links to Idaho domestic terrorists. ONE, TWO, and THREE.

Once in a great while, I will check the Boundary news. Since all the hullabaloo over a small-town gay pride event—I have never been to a pride event—I don't know what really goes on. I'm not sure how accurate this photo is.

I know someone who took her kids to Drag Queen story hour. Her kids weren't afraid of the drag queens, but they were scared of the screaming Christian across the way.

This is the only place I will link to, and the only time I will mention this article: BONNERS FERRY TURNING INTO LGBQ HAVEN.

Now, let's move on to the more reasonable or positive news. I would instead share positive news. Or post it toward the end, so it can be one's thoughts. Murphy and I went to town around 10:30 to finish off some things. We went to the assessor's office and turned in our paperwork for our property tax deduction. We are getting $490 off our property taxes. Walk to the bank and pay our yearly fee for the safety deposit box of $20. The last place in town we had to take care of was to show the accountant the letter we received from the Idaho Tax Commission. All taken care of. I will pay the state tax since I have to go into town. I need to stop at the library and get a copy of my K1 form and letter. Then send it all in.

Oh, before that, we stopped and picked up Murphy's pill and dropped off the chain from the chain from a chainsaw that sharpened the saw.

My last stop was to get some salvaging groceries from the senior center. Tonight, they're having a meeting about the go-ons. I'm not sure if I shared the 9B news article about the senior center.

Now, for my walk, I will play with paper glue.

Today Is Monday, April 8, 2024: This Is What Happened.

Got another book from the library here in Bonners Ferry, A MAN CALLED OVE. A little behind in my reading goal.

Than off to physical therapy. Doing real well.

Went over to my friend Lolita and worked on our arts and crafts. She working on drum for one of her Grandson. I worked on some ATC cards, once I get eight of them done. I will post them Here.

I've briefly mention that this coming June. Our community is having Gay Pride event. Quite bit back lashing. Most who attack this event on line. One can be as stupid as they please. The local bullies was at it. Full force. When it comes to the actual event of our gay pride. Most of will end up being chicken shit about the entire thing.

Not sure how many of you can access the ANOUNCEMENT on local gay pride. I'm sure you will have to scowl, well over 300 comments.

Our local on line paper 9B news did an excellent EDITORIAL .

Someone taped a note to the Pearl door stating “It only takes on match to burn it down”

Coffee is on.

Today Is Friday, May 5, 2024: This Is What Happened.

Hubby watching Gunsmoke. We went to town and put gas in pick up. A lot of people were getting gas. We paid $3.69 a gallon. We got Hubby medication, not quite $20, and laundry soap. I'm not sure what the soap cost. I know it wasn't free.
And the last place we stopped was the senior center. They are still having their food giveaway. Murphy and I got two bags of food.
I got a letter from the state tax commissioner. I must go in on Monday or Tuesday to see the accountant who does our taxes. There is a mix-up.
Went to physical therapy. Looks like one more week.

Coffee is on.

Today Is Thursday, April 4, 2024: This Is What Happened.

 

Murphy and I set up the rock. At first, we tried staking it, but that didn't work. I came up with using chains to place around the rock, as it was in a nest.

Today is Wednesday, April 3, 2024: This Is What Happened.

I had planned to take a photo of something in town, so I put my camera in my purse. I also went to the group.

I walked this morning; the wind has been blowing most of the day.

To see other photo, please CLICK HERE

Today Is Tuesday, April 2, 2024: This Is What Happened.

 

My local community is taking a brave step and will have an LGBTQ+ event in June. I'm sure there are people in our community, as in every community. Their thought certain people should just leave or go back into the closet.

I'm going. At this point, they are having. Speakers, vendors, music, poetry, and more.

I will keep you updated.

I was shocked about my weight. I will blame the Easter Bunny: 219.8. I haven't thrown in the towel, either.

I have a few new well-being habits. I started this month by adding another power pole to my walk. In March, I walked four power poles. In April, I walked five power poles. Plus, I cut my eating off by five minutes. Now, my eating ends at 5:50 in the evening. And I have breakfast after 8 in the morning. The last week of March, I didn't do all that well in my food journal.

I picked up my book for our local library: A BOOK OF SURREALIST GAMES. I hope to find people to play or try these games, which to me are PARLOR GAMES.

I got my photos up from my walk on Friday. Also, I meant to take a photo looking west on the last day of March, but I never got it up until today.

Coffee is on.

Today Is Monday, April 1, 2024: This Is What Happened.

 

We went to my sister-in-law's house for Easter down in PostFalls. Easter isn't my favorite holiday, but when I first started blogging, I posted my thoughts and feelings on it.

I have started studying the local candidates that I will be voting for. These two won't be getting my vote: SPENCER HUTCHINS or JANE SAUTER. I wonder if someone wins the AK 15 that (He/She) did mask murder if the person who has the raffle can be held responsible. MARK SAUTER will be getting my vote.

Idaho is close primary. Hardly any Democrats run, and if they do. They have zero chance of winning. I'm a registered Republican since I don't vote for the loonies. I'm considered a R.I.N.O.

They're one democrat running, KAREN MATTHEE. She is the only one on the ballot. She will get her party nomination.

Went to physical therapy and took a walk. Increased the distance in my walking.

I wanted to share a few photos—two outdoor ones and the recent artist cards I received—but for some reason, they won't load. Hopefully, tomorrow, they'll load.

Going to do up my pills and pay the bills.

Coffee is on.

Today Is Friday, March 29, 2029: This Is What Happened.

I need to remember about Wordless Wednesday. This week's words are BEWILDERMENT, GOSSAMER, MIDNIGHT, WINDOWLESS, PREVIOUS, UMBRELLA, and SURIVOR. RIVER came up with these words. 

It has been said never to remove the gossamer from the old Johnson homestead. The house was built during the War of the Tulips, which has been over for at least eight generations. Still, people were affected by the war.

Now one of the direct descendants of the original Johnson family. Got a deed to the property. It is a direct descendant of the only survivor of Mary Johnson. Who left the area after the murder of her family. She married, had a family, and died of old age. Some say you will see about the property in the week of spring. Holding an umbrella, walking around the place. The last Sunday around midnight before she leaves. All of the town of Sassville. You will hear Mary yelling, "My revenge is your fate." Then she tosses a rock through a window and someone home in Cassville as she leaves. Someone every year becomes windowless. In previous years, it was a drugstore on Main Street.

Since the so-called tales of old Johnson Place, the people of Sassvile have been bewildered by the rock being tossed through the window.

Why not a photo of clouds? The clouds have been changing quite a bit today. I went to Physical Therapy. I got a copy of the check I wrote to the I.R.S. and the form at our library. I noticed an upcoming event I might be interested in doing—a potluck at some time. I need to look into it more. I'm linking to SKYWATCH FRIDAY.

Murphy and I went to the senior center for lunch. We got a good ole slap today. The senior center is being audited by several agencies. It looks like it could be closed for 3 to 6 months. 

Our senior center handles the low-income senior and disability apartments. 

They will have the Meals on Wheels program, monthly senior boxes, and the savaging food program. 

I'm still doing artist trading cards. I love Seattle Choc and made a collage using the wrap from the candy bar. For the other, I drew a woodpecker. 

These are my faces for this week. Linking to FRIDAY FACE OFF.

I posted this yesterday. Hopefully, someone can answer my question. Question time...I want to do a "Round Robin" in a different person. Do a page in my zig zag book and pass it to the next person. And not having the person look at the previous page. I would guess this has been done before. Who would you contact, or how would you go about doing this? 

Today Is Thursday, March 28, 2024: This Is What Happened.

I have been putting together my bullet journal for the second quarter. I’m so thankful for the white-out. I almost made a calendar for the second half of May. I’m optimistic I will make some more mistakes throughout the day. I’m sure I will screw up tomorrow and the following day. And so forth.

As one can see, there is clutter on the table. I know people, and I have family members who would have cleared off the clutter on the table before taking the photo to make sure they put out the perfect image on the world stage. People like that, I wonder what’s in their closet.

I keep meaning to take a photo of something Hubby or I cooked. Well, we got a Turkey sandwich at the senior center, so we cut it in half for lunch.

I wrote a check out for my federal taxes. I’ll be going to physical therapy tomorrow morning. I hope that before I go, I will get a chance to stop at the library and get a copy of the check and IRS form. I don’t have a copier or a printer, so I know I would have more clutter issues.

Question time...I want to do a “Round Robin” in a different person. Would do a page in my zig zag book and pass it to the next person. And not having the person look at the previous page. I would guess this has been done before. Who would you contact, or how would you go about doing this?

It’s been a while since I participated in Rain, Art, and Date. Today’s theme is APPLIANCES. I’m not sure if a toilet would be considered an appliance. I would say it “does.” Here’s the link to the history of the toilet.

Coffee is on.