Luna

il ragno mangia una mosca

I haven't learned much Italian yet....  but I can say the spider eats a fly. Il ragno mangia una mosca.

 I shooed him off the counter to eat his snack. I hope he'll eat a few more. Husband also saw him. And didn't kill him. 

mom, I'm stuck!!!

I couldn't do this on purpose if I tried......

swamp witch woes

These two memes speak to me on a specific "soon to be old lady headed for 50 years old at break-neck speed where the hell did all the time go" level.

                     ~and~

I don't get dressed up. I have nowhere to go. I wash my face, my hair, brush my teeth, for years, just the basics. 

But I recently decided I didn't want to have the face of a swamp witch. I'm past the point of not aging. I don't think that was ever in the cards for me anyway, no one on my family magically looks eternally youthful. But I'd like to grow old gracefully.  I'm trying to work out a skin routine that will help facilitate this without costing an arm and a leg. 

Yesterday,  I did none of it. No morning routine, no bedtime routine. I was practically comatose most of the day. 

Oops. 

a bit ridiculous

 I'm in facebook jail again. Generally, I don't argue with people, and I'm on FB to keep up with my friends and be in a few groups to learn things. Like growing citrus trees in pots. I've learned that I'm not very good at that....

So, a bit over a month ago someone posted a meme or question that was something about "what would you if (someone was threatening you or your loved ones)?" I canr remember exactly what it said. And I responded that  

As in I'd defend myself or loved ones. 

I got jailed. I shared the screen shot of the restriction on fb when it happened because jail was no "go live" or "advertising" for 30 days and I tried to do a live video the chickens or the kittens and I couldn't.  That post flew under the fb radar apparently.  

So on a friend's post yesterday about being in fb jail for posting a meme about how women of a certain age are done with b.s. and commenting about burning stuff to the ground, I shared that screen shot again. Apparently the fb bots can not read the screen shots. They still don't know context but they can pick out single words and jail you for using them. 

By all means, let's put the artificial intelligence in charge, what could possibly go wrong?

New hobby

Like I need a new hobby. But yeah, I got sucked in. I bought Unicorn Spit. What is Unicorn SPiT? It's a gel paint and stain. Endless possibilities. Kinda pricey upfront for the full range of colors, but a little goes a long way, and you can stretch it further with water, alcohol, floetral, etc....

There is a basic range of 14 colors, 6 sparkle colors and the creator also makes metallic concept colors. The metallics come and go.

At any rate, I got a free piece of furniture  from a friend, and after determining what parts would sand and what would not, I was off. I sanded the top and drawer fronts.

I spread green and blue shades of SPiT and metallic back and forth, spaying with water to help move the SPiT. I wasn't sure I liked what I had when I quit for the night. But under threat of rain, the project went into the garage.

 

And then it started to rain. I have no place inside to work on this type of project.

It rained. And rained. And rained.

And then it was humid. Stupid humid.

So. Finally. Two weeks later, got to work on this again. I must have been in a bluer mood, because it is bluer than before.

 But I did get the paint done and a spray of oil based sealer. Oil based seal first, because the SPiT is water based. Now it needs a few coats of water based sealer. But it's mostly done.

  

 If you are interested in SPiT, go straight to the source for more info and SPiT purchases. Artisticvivations.com

Bad Blogger

Terrible.

 I want to be better at it, sorta. But really every new social site that has bloomed since I started a blog and was only active on a few message board style communities some, not quite, 20 years ago? has just split my attention and given me virtual exhaustion.

I remember when we (the big WE) used email like letter writing, and actually had conversations via email.

Real conversations.

Not just a couple words. Not just an attachment. Not just the daily ads.

It makes me sad. It makes me nostalgic.
It makes me long for the days when sitting on the couch with pen and paper would result in a small stack of letters cranked out to a few friends.

Technology is great. But it isn't.

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