You gotta smack it in the nose with the rolled-up newspaper of Goodness! Bad dog! Bad dog!
Am eating pomegranate and procrastinating. Whee! Actually, pomegranate is the ideal fruit to eat when procrastinating, because the eating of it requires much skill, focus, a high degree of alertness and finger strength, as well as a dextrous jaw, strong tongue, and good pip-spittin aim. And both hands. You can't half-arse a pomegranate, I tell ya.
However as the somewhat raw feeling at the end of my tongue attests, procrastination cannot last forever.
Sooner or later, one must get up and start putting things into bins.
Big Lots turned out to be the place for storage bins, by the way. We found ten gallon bins for 4$ each, which is less than half the wholesale price on similar as found on the web. We got ten to start, and we'll see how far those take us.
The carpet guy phoned about my red wool carpet. He's got it done, and it looks like the colours didn't bleed at all, although the carpet, being old, did shed some fibers. He'll be delivering it today. *yey!*
My fairy tale pastiche story is growing legs. I hadn't expected it, but I've found ways to include Snow White, and Cinderella as well, and those without much of a stretch at all. I'm restraining myself from any further, although Rumplestiltskin was a strong temptation. The real core of the story still lies within Little Red Riding hood, after all. Still, it's fun seeding easter eggs into the shrubbery as I go along.
Okay then. Enough of the fiddling about.
Time to make some words happen.
However as the somewhat raw feeling at the end of my tongue attests, procrastination cannot last forever.
Sooner or later, one must get up and start putting things into bins.
Big Lots turned out to be the place for storage bins, by the way. We found ten gallon bins for 4$ each, which is less than half the wholesale price on similar as found on the web. We got ten to start, and we'll see how far those take us.
The carpet guy phoned about my red wool carpet. He's got it done, and it looks like the colours didn't bleed at all, although the carpet, being old, did shed some fibers. He'll be delivering it today. *yey!*
My fairy tale pastiche story is growing legs. I hadn't expected it, but I've found ways to include Snow White, and Cinderella as well, and those without much of a stretch at all. I'm restraining myself from any further, although Rumplestiltskin was a strong temptation. The real core of the story still lies within Little Red Riding hood, after all. Still, it's fun seeding easter eggs into the shrubbery as I go along.
Okay then. Enough of the fiddling about.
Time to make some words happen.