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Got the idea to snag some neat (preferably free) stock art pics, print and frame them, and hang them in my kitchen. Started out looking for neat black-and-white photos…mostly what I found were trees. They’re nice, of course – I’m a sucker for black and white nature photography – but not quite what I wanted. Flowers…same thing. Finally I realized that I’m not just looking for pretty pictures (the search, incidentally, has expanded to “something that will look nice somewhere in my house”); I want pictures that make a statement about me. My interests, my values, the things I want people to feel when they enter my home.

That’s where I get stuck. It’s kind of hard to quantify some of these things.

When I was in preschool, our Thanksgiving project was to select three photos of things we were thankful for. The teachers had thoughtfully cut out a bunch of pictures for us – all we had to do was pick three. Mom was amused, though puzzled, by my selections: an apple, a baby, and…well, I forget the third one. Not things you’d expect a 4-year-old to be thankful for. Years later, she told me the story, thinking I’d have forgotten all about it. (It’s a bit fuzzy, but I do remember.) I explained to her that nothing I was thankful for was represented in that stack, so I just picked pictures of things I liked.

Maybe I’m overthinking these pictures. Maybe I should just pick some I like.

man oh man, I’m learning more and more about it everyday. Pretty amazing thing…

who shall remain nameless.

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Do it now.

_{This was stuck in my brain for weeks!}

... and today, one of my uncles. Can people stop dying at some point, please? It’s getting redundant! Plus, my mother is losing all her family right now, I think she had enough!

Anyway… I don’t want to sound mean, he was still a part of the family, but that uncle was a bit of an asshole and he wasn’t very respected in the family. But I think my grandma’s death last month was enough for a while, we didn’t need this.

So I’m working (of course), and I’m finishing up the first part of my 36 hour day and moving into the 2nd part (I mentally break it up into three (3) 12 hour sections). I know we’re getting audited this week, I’m sure of it it, and they are going to try to crush us. Badly. So what I want to do is use some of this 11 hours to go through the audit from start to finish, and correct any and everything that could even conceivably be wrong with it, so that they have to earn any nonconformance they site us for. But, my brain is mush right now. Complete disconnect mode. I’m tired already, which is not a good sign as there 24 hours left in this day, and thats a long long time. The 2ish cups of coffee I’ve drank so far have done nothing. And I mean nothing. I have zero motivation right now. I just want to take a nap, let my brain unplug and unwind, and then start fresh. But there’ll be no naps for this guy, not for another 22 hours or so. I had hoped to take one at the end of the 1st 12 hour block / start of the 2nd. If I can doze for half an hour or so it at least makes it feel like one part has ended and the next has begun, which psychologically speaking seems to have at least some kind of impact, but sadly I wasn’t able to pull that one off. So, onward I go. Hopefully I can wake up soon and actually get going on the gazillion things I need to be doing right now. Maybe I’ll try a coke, but then I run the risk of the sugar crash, and that could be bad. Blah.

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Audit Schmaudit.

staying overnight at the vet again. He could have come home for the night, but would have had to go back first thing in the morning. Plus at the vet, he’s moving around less, which (hopefully) means he’s healing faster. I feel like a bad pet mom because I didn’t insist on picking him up & bringing him home, but I really think it’s better for him to stay there.

tomorrow is Sunday.

When I told the intern at work yesterday that I was writing a 50,000 words novel in a month, his sole response was: “You won’t make it.”

He’s an intern. I’m his boss.
Isn’t that a dumb thing to say?

Besides:
He’s a human being and me too.
Who says that sort of thing to someone else?
I mean, seriously? When someone tells you that they are doing something and tells you enthusiastically about it… Who ever says “you won’t make it”?

He was genuinely surprised when I informed him that I had already written 33,000 words and so I did not consider completing the thing an impossible feat to pull.

He’s an ass.

Still alive. :)

I’ve been away from 43Things for nearly a week now. The first part of this week was spent in Quebec City so I didn’t have much time for 43Things. I checked my emails once in a while and when I had something from 43Things, I read, replied or cheered what I got. But I didn’t read my subscriptions at all, so I’ll have a bit of catching up to do!

When I came back home, well I’ve been busy for a few days and I didn’t feel much like 43thinging. Like for everything else, it’s good to take a break once in a while. After all, I’ve been very active for over 2 years now, almost here every day (except when I’m away).

So, I’m back now. No idea how active I will be, but I will try to be as present as I can, in a reasonable way. :)