Everyday sacred?

This is just a litany of boring everyday stuff... I suppose it's sacred, but it's also just a slow news day, as my parents like to say.

We got a big storm that cooled things down, finally. Here are the clouds rolling in...

I also took a photo with the contrasting blue-green of an old glass insulator (from an electric pole) I have in my window. I found it at Gould Farm, where someone must've once made it into a hanging vase. I hung it from a rafter in my cabin there because I thought it was beautiful, but my friends and I were always banging our heads on it. I never put flowers in it - they'd have to be tiny, and plus, I'm lazy and poor.

I made a quiche to eat all week. But eating a whole quiche by yourself is daunting. See, I have a bad habit of getting bored with things, and having eight slices of the same thing to finish before it spoils may not be possible. Anyone on the Block interested in helping me out? Let me know. It could use more salt, btw.


I finally used up all the hours Frank had to give me to work on his index... I did a person and places index, a scripture index, an authors cited index, and made a stab at a subject index. I could have spent like 10-15 more hours, I think (I've spent at least 38, so far). And now I know a lot about narratives of rape in the Hebrew Bible - Dinah, the nameless concubine, and Tamar, if you're curious. This is my working copy, peppered with notes.


And this is kind of gross, but I have plantar warts that I've been doing battle with for over two years now. My poor left foot. The latest remedy was recommended by the first dermatologist I've seen, just last week, after two years of nurse practictioners. He prescribed an extra strong salicylic film with lactic acid, and suggested I slap some DUCT TAPE over the top. Eat that, bandaids. It's sort of fun, actually. And I think THIS time they're going to go away. Otherwise, I have to have these awful, painful shots. No thanks.

So, that's my life lately, mostly. I think I'm going to be spoiled when I really get a job. My brother is already making fun of me. "Some of us are W-O-R-K-I-N-G." And I AM working, it's just part-time and inconsistent. I'll probably start babysitting soon to supplement things - I'll get to feel like I'm in high school again. So yeah, sometimes I'm bored here, but I also get to spend a lot of time over ordinary things, like meals, books, walks, and phone calls. It's pretty great.