Mundane participation for the tragically bored.

Read an article about a woman who finally threw in the towel (so to speak) and installed a urinal in her house. She had three sons too

not a bad idea. boys.

wearing:grey yoga pants with muddy dog paw prints up the right leg, grey and white striped hoodie over white and grey sport tank, grey socks with white sparkly stars, comfy black lace-up booties
Hearing:some cooking show involving crab on the tv
eating: had some veggies and dip a bit earlier
smelling: nothing thank goodness
drinking: nothin'. Making a cup of decaf Earl Grey to have with a piece of strawberry rhubarb pie
doing: laundry, playing on FB, day-dreaming
wanting:ah geez the list is long right now
looking forward to: getting together with joeblow and Mame tomorrow early evening (mebbe Mame's fella too?), attending a working rehearsal at Tafelmusik earlier tomorrow afternoon

That explains those bizarre lights in the southern sky at night time this week.

wearing: silver gym shorts and a blue "Bubba's Seafood" tshirt
Hearing: Oprah's Oscar show on the tv in the other room
eating: Just ate some noodle and tomatoes...
smelling: nothing thank goodness
drinking: some water
doing: Playing around on facebook and debating on going to bed again (already had a 4 hour nap and got up at about 11, I hate being sick)
wanting: things to work out
looking forward to: Next Saturday

And you can prettify the bathroom up with some toilet art as well.

Back with my first gallery/studio, I got the back room and the men's toilet, thus a urinal. Which is where I put the Pothos.. I did get the larger restroom to do a mural on. (It was an old Eagle's Lodge, sort of like an Elk's Club. Don't ask me to explain, that is all very arcane to me, except that women were probably exceptional.)

There's a semi famous urinal at the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo, California. Eh, I said, when I saw it. I preferred the one at the Bel Air Hotel, which I did photo. Too bad I am so lame at photo compilation.

Pardon me, back to what I might be wearing.

wearing: Black jeans and a red long sleeve cotton t-shirt and socks;
Hearing: The Met Museum podcast;
eating: Nothing;
smelling: Nothing;
drinking: Just water;
doing: Just a2k and resting after a day of doing nothing except donating platelets;
wanting: Things to work out for Seed ;
looking forward to: Next Saturday's Paul Taylor Dance Company event: Saturday, March 13, 3pm: A FIELD OF GRASS, SCUDORAMA, PIAZZOLLA CALDERA.

Glad to see Seed

wearing: brown jeans, pale blue linen very wrinkly shirt, sweater I can't figure out - old lady or not - but warm. Yellow faux clogs yet again.
hearing: silence in my sense of it. I always have tinnitus.
eating: just ate a pasta and spinach and ricotta that is potentially beyond great, but I am flailing at, because I think the pasta has to be added to roiling water individually, or it will stick.
smelling:I don't do that
drinking:choc milk/ice
doing: filing, cleaning kitchen, a2k
wanting:things to work out
looking forward to: maybe a visit.
On my own, some garden activity.

wearing: jammies gray hoodie, slippers
hearing: On The Media
eating: nothing yet, but thinking about it
smelling:NA
drinking:chai
doing: a2k, will read NYT next
wanting: mil to improve
looking forward to: did I mention I'm going to be a grandma?

wearing: turquoise and purple plaid pajama bottoms, white t-bsck tank, gray housecoat and fuzzy slippers
hearing: Scooby Doo
eating: nothing
smelling: orange rolls
drinking: nothing - but about to get my coffee
doing: fiddling
wanting: to go back to bed
looking forward to: hm

Congratulaions again Swimpy - I am happy for you!

wearing: multi-blue striped sleep pants, grey and white striped giant boys' t, lavender faux crocs
hearing:a radio documentary about the Women's Day of Action in Canada 40 years ago
eating: a choco chip cookie
smelling: nothing
drinking: a beer stein full of Lady Grey tea
doing:trying to figure out if there is other laundry that should be done (should I strip the bed?)
wanting: it to be possible (financially) to only work three or four days a week
looking forward to: Swimpy becoming a grandmother! Lucky baby.

Thanks, I am shameless .

wearing: fuzzy jeweled slippers, grey sweat pants, old ratty NAU t-shirt
hearing:the loud tick tock of a clock echoing in my bathroom down the hall. (gosh who knew taking carpet out would cause the sound to echo so!)
eating: nothing
smelling: nothing
drinking: water
doing: battling a whopper of a headache
wanting: some company
looking forward to: Having the tile installed in my house.

Hardly that Swimpy! Excited for everybody!

wearing: Jeans, black vee neck fuzzy sweater
hearing:Himself, fussing, wanting me to hurry it up
eating: nothing
smelling: wood smoke (I like it)
drinking: fresh hot green tea. Ahhhh. Comfort.
doing: hurrying up finishing here.
wanting: PJ's, slipper socks.
looking forward to: Couch, Flashpoint on DVD. 5 mins. Better change

wearing:hundred year old paisley sweat pants, rose colored old velvet shirt, similarly olden loafers
hearing: no wind, which is a good thing
eating: nothing
drinking: licorice tea
doing: thinking about using the Bittman recipe for the ribs
wanting: all to be copasetic
looking forward to: attacking the front yard, again. Utilizing freecycle for the damned stones.

wearing:greenish cotton chinos, olive knit shirt, jean jacket with light beigy piping, brown Teva slip-ons
hearing: washer
drinking: nuttin'
doing: procrastinating
wanting: someone else to do the laundry, cleaning and odd jobs around the house
looking forward to: visit from son, dil and grand pup.

wearing: baggy brown pajama bottoms and striped short sleeve shirt;
hearing: the fan of my laptop and the ever present ringing in my left ear. Why don't I have some music or a podcast on?!
drinking: water;
eating: homemade beans and rice;
doing: lunch and a2k;
looking forward to: The Paul Taylor Dance recital this afternoon!

A half hour later I decided to eventually fix one of my problems...

hearing: Munchcast: the foodie podcast!