I had thoughts about posting the end of this past week, but somehow those thoughts never translated into action. Not an uncommon happening – or non-happening – thing lately. So now it’s time to share again with Cee.
Complete this sentence: I’m looking forward to…. Getting up each morning. Maybe taking a trip in the spring. Finding a bottle of ambition – somewhere, anywhere.
What is your favorite comfort snack food? That varies – like so many other things in my life, it depends. I seem to go through cycles with what I want – sweet, chocolate, salty, none of the above. It is almost a given that whatever I crave tonight will not be what I craved when I went shopping yesterday. I blame this on my fickle mind. Standard comfort snack foods for me though are salty or chocolate with chocolate seeming to lead the race most of the time.
What was one of your first moneymaking jobs (other than babysitting or newspaper delivery)? For a very brief period, when I was 12, I stocked shelves in a local drug store. It was a very brief period because the boss turned out to be a creepy man. Later, when I was older but still in school, I worked as a cashier and as a snack bar attendant at our local theater.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. I’m not sure I’ve been inspired this past week. Well, maybe a little bit one or two days. I’m working a little more diligently at being inspired this week – no grand inspirations, understand, but enough to get my lazy body and mind moving about a little more. One cannot sleep a life away, so it’s time for me to wake myself up.
I haven’t taken many photos lately, and the few I have were all on my phone. I charged my camera battery the other day, and set it next to my morning room chair. Still, no photos. I mean, it comes down to how many pictures of the chickadees that flit around the bird tree outside and the squirrels that are committing mayhem on my roof does any one person need? I did do some inking yesterday, so I’ll share a couple of the results of that:
Even with these, there’s a quality of sameness. Hmmm. I guess that’s just the way I am. Today. Tomorrow. Maybe.