03.16.16 – End of Day Notes

What I did today: not sleep.. my feet kept burning all night and all day. I did still get a few writing projects completed. Did some shopping for salad makings – yum! It’s late, I am tired, and I am off to bed.

What I learned today: I am using the scheduler more often on here. Sometimes I just don’t feel like being on WP but I want to get some writing done. So I write, schedule, wander off again.

What I am most proud of today:  I made it through another day even though I am extremely tired from the allergy meds.

What did you do today, dear readers? Learn any lessons? Have a reason to be proud? Share your thoughts with me in the comments!

Creative Questions 1 – Eccentricism

I’ve decided to take calmkate @ Aroused up on her Creative Questions Challenge by answering each of her 6 current questions over the next few days.

CQ1: Please share your story about an eccentric who’s cheered up your life?

I absolutely love eccentric people. Most people I know would even call me eccentric. I’ve always wanted to be know as the “cat lady” or the woman with more books than sense. Or the lady who collects stones and gems and tarot cards. Or that strange lady who wears so many bracelets. Ha! Just call me weird, odd, strange… I don’t mind at all!

There was this one woman who came into the restaurant where I was a waitress. She was a retired literature or music school teacher, I cannot remember which now. From what I learned about her, she was never married and lived alone. She always walked a good distance from her home to the restaurant, never accepting rides from people. She would sit at the bar, order either hot or iced coffee (depending on the weather) and a modest meal. She worked on cross-word puzzles or read books while she ate. Sometimes she even talked to herself. None of the other waitresses liked to wait on her, but I found her quirkiness delightful. She became one of my favorite patrons.I simply knew her as Ms. Hartman. Not Miss or Mrs, but Ms. She stressed that on our first encounter.

Sometimes if it wasn’t busy and I could catch her in a chatty mood, we would talk about literature and music (which is why I cannot remember which she taught). She would bring me articles she’d found in magazines or the newspaper, and lists of books to read. There were days when she would be in a foul mood for whatever reason and she wouldn’t talk at all except to order her meal. The large bag that she carried with her was always crammed with notebooks, magazines and newspapers. She was definitely odd, but then so was I, which is probably why I enjoyed her company any time she would allow.

 

10 Daily Currents – 03.16.16

It is Wednesday at 12:22 pm and I am currently…

1. listening: the birds singing outside, my dad and brother discussing politics *shock* and voices in my head

2. eating: fried eggs, bacon, an avocado

3. drinking: coffee with cream and stevia

4. wearing: black sweats, purple sweater, purple socks

5. feeling: sleepy, so very sleepy

6. weather: cool, partly cloudy, around 65 degrees

7. wanting: my feet to stop burning

8. needing: sleep… been up since 3 am

9. thinking: about how to be more efficient with my time, how to get more writing in each day, and what all I need to change to accomplish these things

10. enjoying: I’m not… I am sleepy, grouchy and my feet are burning.. not much there to enjoy. I hate when physical issues still my joy.