I was trying to work on a new short story and I just can’t concentrate. I thought I’d blog for a few minutes–y’know, clear my head.
Saturday went horrendous without TV. Phil got tons of stuff done that he has put off hasn’t had time to do, like making our shower work. We thought maybe our well pump was going out. Turns out, the fixtures were full of gunk. That’s the part about living out here in the middle of nowhere that I like the least. Our water sucks. It’s hard, metallic, rusty, and gross. We buy lots of salt and filters.
He also moved our thermostat. With the woodburning stove (we sound like Little House on the Prairie, don’t we?) Anyway, I have a tendency to make the house way too hot, like 90-100 degrees in the living room. Ask Jen. We had all the windows in the living room open when we watched Indochine and it was still 86 degrees in the house.
Phil finished cleaning the garage and changed the oil in his car.
I screwed around on the computertried to write. I read a lot of research stuff. Watched some videos of Elvis singing and JFK getting shot. Read about the Miami Indian tribe and the mounds here in Starke County.
I cleaned out the fridge. Took a shower. Played a round of some survival game with Zane and Phil. Yelled at Eplained to Zane why we couldn’t watch TV.
Oh yeah, and I played with my oil crayons. I drew the flower and colored the leaf (I had did a pencil rubbing of the leaf in the fall, I found it in the sketch pad and started coloring).
I almost color coded my books, but I wanted to work on my story which is stuck at about 2,000 words.
LOL. You CAN”T color code your books until we get that stuff shipped off to eBay. Then have at it.
I like your house. It’s WARM! You get too hot, come over to mine. I keep it at 65. That’s all I can afford.