There's one good thing about being absent-minded: I get more exercise, searching for THINGS I JUST HAD IN MY HAND.
This morning, I decided to ink some greeting card drawings that I sketched in pencil yesterday. I used a waterproof pen to trace over the pencil lines, planning to erase the pencil marks and paint the drawings with watercolors. I decided to scan the drawings before I paint them, in case I want to change/re-do them later. This required moving my laptop from the back porch table where I was working to the sewing room - er, studio - where the scanner is. While scanning the drawings, I noticed on one of them a place that needed work, a simple fix with the pen. When I got back to the porch, the pen had gone A.W.O.L. Had I been holding it when I moved to the scanner?
I re-traced my steps through the kitchen to the studio. The pen was nowhere in sight. Thus began a search of the house, even checking places I probably had not been while holding the pen. No luck.
Ordinarily, the pen lives in one of the containers on my worktable, but I'd already glanced through them prior to the house search and hadn't found it. I came back out to the porch and cleaned and reorganized the table. No pen.
About the time I started to cuss out loud, I saw it.
Right there, where it's supposed to be, the whole time, unless Herman the Trickster has been here this morning.
At least I got 10-15 minutes of "exercise" in conducting the search. ;)
But now I'm plumb out of the mood to paint.
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This morning (right in the middle of this post), I planted ginseng seeds in our backyard.
A couple of weeks ago, I planted ginseng roots and a little patch of ginseng seeds in the woods between our house and the pond. I had a lot of seeds left after planting the little patch. Ginseng would probably thrive in the gulley behind our house, but I am not about to go down there. It is treacherous.
It lately occurred to me that the area directly behind our back porch might have the right growing conditions for ginseng - mostly shady, well-drained, loamy soil. So I put some seeds there this morning. Thickly.
Still had a small handful left. Chunked them down the gulley. They landed on a carpet of last-year's leaves, as they would have done had they'd dropped naturally from a stem. More leaves will fall on top of them in the coming weeks. Maybe they'll take root and grow.
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I need to go to the grocery store.
The Husband and I are in a slump when it comes to eating. We can't think of anything we WANT to eat that we SHOULD eat. Lately, we've been cheating, re-visiting foods from by-gone days, like Cheesy Macaroni Hamburger Helper. A Chef Boyardee Pizza ain't out of the question. Last night, we had leftover chicken alfredo with leftover pork loin chunks added to it, along with a salad made from anything in the vegetable drawer that wasn't floppy, slimy or growing fur. We put the leftover leftover alfredo back in the refrigerator. The salad's going to the compost pile.
I could use a little culinary inspiration.
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