I used this notebook as a journal when I was 13. I was starting 7th grade at a new school, and keeping a journal was a class assignment that I was initially opposed to but haven’t stopped doing since.

I used this notebook as a journal when I was 13. I was starting 7th grade at a new school, and keeping a journal was a class assignment that I was initially opposed to but haven’t stopped doing since.

Tea wisdom

Starting a new notebook today. Cool and clean, white and silver.

Not much rest today. Stained two shelves I made for our dining room and did ~80 cuts for storage shelves I am building for in the garage (as part of my future workshop).

Project started and finished late this afternoon. Will hopefully start another one tomorrow.

Balance

The evening ended on a very chilly note, but this tea provided much needed warmth (with a good reminder).

Substack looks interesting. Guess I’ll try it out.
First, I need another cup of coffee.
Second, still figuring it out.
Well…
My interest in doing more myself is rising…testing my brother’s miter saw before purchasing my own. Will put it to use on a few projects this weekend.

His attachment was real…

I use the first 750 words as a way to clear the floor, process things, think on things, get my head right and in a place for what is next. Because of this I enjoy tracking that time as “meditation” or “mindful minutes” in the Health app. Part of saving each entry is this prompt (in Shortcuts) to capture the mindfulness time.

Jellyfish in the steam!

Plain yet grand.

Influx of house projects this year requires an actual workshop, so a new Field Notes notebook was required to start mapping out the space in our garage. It will also serve as my companion on many projects. Plus, this particular notebook (from Mile Marker) happens to be a sign.

Time for my lull.

Getting things done and succeeding.
First batch is fermenting 🤞🏼

Contrast

Quiet Friday evening. Tinkering, writing, and watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The night sky above…

We still have our Christmas wreath on the front door, a plant that continues to provide a wintry scent to that part of our home.

Poor Lucy is sick. Crawling on her belly, trying to get comfortable.

Well crap. Decided to see what the fuss is all about with @blot.
I now have tomorrow’s distraction.