refusal

if you read this on the blog page and not through your RSS feed, you may have noticed that i never did switch over to the winter colors here, because WINTER NEVER HAPPENED. sure, calendar winter came and went, but there was warm weather and precious little snow.

i simply refused to change off of my autumn colors until winter got here, which it never did.

so today i am skipping straight to the spring/ summer colors.

so, yay?

today there is little work for me in the sanders campaign, but a big was of it is supposed to come down the pipes this evening going straight into next week. if you want to make money placing bets on sanders to win states, put big money on montana and the dakotas while the odds are still long.

also california, but less of a sure thing and even longer odds. if you're brave, go ahead and bet. it's going to be exciting.

my entire life has not been on hold while i have been sandersing; i am still riding bikes and doing the venture challenge and i have projects and have taken pictures and stuff, but most days i use all of my available sitting at the computer time for the sandersing so i don't get to tell YOU anything.

this morning i have a little time to write, but yesterday i got wasp stung and thankfully it wasn't a hard hit and more thankfully it wasn't a species that sends me into a full reaction and even MORE thankfully i was just outside my front door, so i had benadryl in me and ice warpped around the arm in under two minutes.

today i still need the ice pack, but it's more for comfort than for slowing the reaction.

so we'll see.

worn out

i went camping friday with a girl scout troop.

last winter the leader called me up and asked me if i could help them with a letterboxing merit badge, and of course i could.

i was going to tell you more about that, but  wow, i am tired.

super fun though.

maybe i will have a nap.

a story from last fall

i probably meant to tell you this back then. probably.

i'm thinking about it today because i'm gonna stop at the same gas station and buy gas on my way out of town to go camping with a girl scout troop.

so this one day i sorta needed a tank of gas, but i REALLY needed a little USB cord, and the gas station had both, so i went there.

but it turns out they can't do that as once transaction. you have to go out, pump the gas, pay for that, and THEN buy the other thing, which was too much trouble for me and i could buy a tank of gas at the place where i was going to buy ice later in the day.

so basically this conversation happened:



me: can i get a tank of gas and this USB cord on one transaction?

clerk: no. you have to do the two separate transactions. you have to pay for the gas out at the pump.

me: ok, then. i'll just have this USB cord.




that's kind of a business loss.

i almost forget how to do this.

i'm still working on the sanders campaign, sometimes ten or twelve hours a day.

and i am still managing to do the laundry and the dishes and work on some projects, so there isn't a lot of time to write.

the 2016 venture vermont challenge has started, so i'm working on that. as part of that or adjunct to that, i am learning to juggle, trying to learn to identify more bird species, making a netting needle, carving a spoon, working on some firestarter, and weaving a hammock.

i am also trying to keep up with studying french because i used to be able to speak it.

so this is a start, at least, writing this much for you.

and because if you are like me and really twelve years old at heart, here is a random picture from easter at my mom's house.

this conversation happened.

i'm likely to do things in my sleep. this was a problem before ambien came into my life.

mb and i usually text at bedtime, because goodnight. it's a sweet little ritual.

MB: are you in bed?
ME: are you calling me fucked up?
MB: what?

the perfectly logical explanation is that i had been having a dream in which she was texting me to compare me with some lady in new mexico, whom she called fucked up.

i'm a real prize.