To Admire

I am thankful for leftover beef stroganoff for lunch, and our tulips and grape hyacinth, and my talkative kitty cats.

Felt pretty miserable earlier, and finally, after a small bowl of ice cream, feeling a bit like I’ve woken up. Or like, maybe not everything is entirely pointless. Or no, more like, I have a penny of energy now to pursue some sort of futile activity, so… maybe I will clean or paint. I thought about painting earlier, taping paper to my wall in my bedroom, but the thought of standing there made me want to curl up in a small ball on the floor. Now I feel more interested in this idea (of painting.)

In pseudo-productive news, I added a few new pins to my Pinterest, ha, which does actually make me feel better, in some way. It, like, reaffirms to me that I do have a good eye. I don’t know. It’s like daydreaming.

My birthday is on Thursday, and I do not have any real plans. I don’t feel inclined to insist that my family goes out to dinner that night, so I am opting for either a more lavish-than-usual breakfast for supper night, or ordering to-go Indian food from Masala. I don’t want a cake. I do want a lot of candles, and maybe flowers. I really want a tall flute of champagne with lavender. Or Hendrick’s.

My mom has told me now that she would be interested in started a compost pile. I’d like that. I like feeding those little buggies.

And Shaker Village has new little baby chicks. Oh little dears, let me love you, and scoop you up. I wonder if chickens would like me if I soothed them as chicks.

When the wind blows, now new leaves rustle. Spring is a lovely time.