It's been around a month since I fell at work. It was in the evening at around 9:15 on February 26th - over a month ago. I was walking to the bathroom after break. The floor was sopping wet. There was no "wet" sign. BOOM! My feet flew out from under me, my left foot … Continue reading Work Injury
I have been writing music again. (I write lots of notes.) (My music is in two folders and this one is a mess.) I was writing some books for awhile. (I won't show you those lying on a bed.) And then, I starting writing songs. And then... I started writing more chapters and rearranging a … Continue reading Unsure
This isn't really about any of the stuff in the title. The title of this blog post is what is the outcome of my every day to try and pay bills. That's what I've been trying very hard to do. I'm not very good at that part of my life because I'm a horrible employee. … Continue reading Work, Jobs, and Making a Living
I have never shared this information before but… my daughter is extremely artistic and talented. I know, I know... she's my daughter and is so gifted and she amazes me with her stupendous awesomeness that knows no bounds and I'm pretty sure she has evolved past ordinary humans and perhaps is part of a generation … Continue reading Adorable? Yes: My Daughter’s Etsy Site
This post will have a bit of absurdity. Part I: Dogs Who Walk Dogs I had mentioned in an earlier random post that I was going to let my smaller, more skirmish dog, walk my other dog to save me the trouble of having to wake up before 8 a.m. You see, I am a … Continue reading Dogs Who Walk Dogs & Hunting/Sporting Store? Double Header Post!
Every so often I simply start typing for a random post. It was merely two months ago my heart was left in another country. (I'm waiting for it's visa to be approved and returned to me.) I'm not crying...yet. I drew a picture of my recent mood, and so that's why I'm trying to be … Continue reading Another Random Post: Hannah Hart, Dog pee, and Living on the Streets is fun!
(A bit of free verse poetry. I scribbled this down last week during my quiet time. I do that sometimes... scribble.) From Plato’s Cave He is My only hope When all around Is crumbling And falling apart I sometimes go away Alone And quietly listen …to Him His voice And presence …calms … Continue reading From Plato’s Cave