Quixotic

Certain events have transpired since we last spoke.

Or since you were last lazily scrolling through your newsfeed and saw this update.

Being done with busy season has opened up some opportunities to get back to things I think I remember I liked doing:
1. Sewing
2. Blogging
3. Drawing comics
4. Watercolor paintings (oh yes. OH YES.)
5. Sleeping in

I didn't get to do that last one on my day off because Sam came in screaming with a feathery toy in his mouth and would not leave me alone. So then I got up, got coffee, and he laid down beside me and napped. What the heck, cat.

Did I tell you Mike and I are going to start roasting and grinding our own coffee now?
"Omg Allie. That is so, like, hipster."

But it's not for any of the hipster reasons other than we like coffee.
We're not getting organic coffee, we're not doing it to save money, we're not starting our own business. We're just doing it because it sounds like a cool thing to do.
And we really really, like, like coffee.

One crack, light roast.
Two cracks, burnt toast.
Life hacks, gulf coast.
Black axe, white ghost.

That's not really anything. I was just saying words.

I had a delightful day off. After being woken up by the previous mentioned kitty alarms, I had my coffee, bought some stock, and  read all my happy birthday messages from Facebook, which were just absolutely wonderful.

The rest of my day happened as follows:

I cleaned the entire house. Except for kitty's room. That's kitty's responsibility.

I had a grilled cheese and organic tomato bisque for lunch. Don't worry - I found it for half off in the bargain bin at Kroger. I am fancy, but I'm not that fancy.

I had a long conversation with the air conditioner guy about cats. It was less of a conversation and more of just me listening to him talk about his cats.

I made my own ramen noodles. We'll see how this works out. During the last week of busy season, I found a cup o' noodles on the bargain bin for 30% off, which was hilarious, because I got it for 19 cents, where it was normally 29 cents. I SAVED A WHOLE DIME. WHAT.

Anyway, it tasted way better than it should have, so I kind of bought some more just to get me through the week without having to make lunch because having to make your lunch is one of the worst things. But now, I can concentrate on how to make a similar tasty product without committing nutritional suicide. I boiled some noodles and shocked them in cold water and now I have par-cooked noodles and chicken base to play with. I'm probably even throw some cooked shrimp into one.

Then, I ate popcorn and researched random things on the internet for a while, like sirenomelia.

I fixed two dresses and a top while singing Taylor Swift VERY loudly. And then I did some sketches of some cool pants I plan to make.

It was a surprisingly productive day. I don't know why I'm always so surprised when I accomplish so much in my days off. I guess it's because it's just so unlike most of my other days.
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I'm afraid I'm becoming like Wal-Mart.
To quote Mike, "Wal-Mart does a lot of things, but it does none of them well."

Sometimes I feel like I have too many hobbies, and I want to do and learn to do so much in the world, but there is just not enough time or talent to do them all, so I do as much as I can, and I try to do it well, but everything I create is not really phenomenal or great. It's just all kind of mediocre and a diluted version of what-could-have-been.

I sew, but things are still flawed.

I run, but I'm not even fast. I mean, I'm faster than I once was, but I'm as fast once as I ever was.
Toby Keith, what have you done to my language?

I try to learn German, but I'm still not fluent. Although, I did get really excited about this time that I interpreted a paragraph and only didn't know like 5 words.

I write songs, but none of them are paramount. Or even coffee-shop performance material.

"And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time."
-Bright Eyes

Yes, I DID just quote Bright Eyes because there is nothing that explains this feeling better.

I guess the only thing that keeps me from being totally depressed about this is that I have fun with these things. I mean, I'm not doing them to make money or to make any sort of living. I'm just messing around, but I'm having a blast.

I wonder if Wal-Mart has fun sucking at all that it does.
Probably not.

And that's the difference.

My how the years have flown,
TWS