lack of focus...and technical skills

So I wrote this post on Tuesday, yes, Tuesday. I even included a really cute video of Sadie eating the melon...and then it wouldn't load or was processing or something and I was tired so I went to bed. The next afternoon is was still "processing". I took this to mean that it wasn't working nor should I expect it to. So I tried to delete it. No luck. So then I tried to post any way with a crappy invalid video link. No luck there either. So then I got discouraged and went to go paint and sort of forgot about it for a few days. 

I woke up late this morning and I guess all that sleep this giant cup of coffee did my brain some good because I realized I could copy and paste all the good stuff out of the broken post and repost it. After much ado, here is a nice 5 day old post for ya!

I've been putting off writing today because I cant seem to come up with one cohesive topic. I decided that doesn't matter.

When to start the fire...

Lighting the evening fire has become a favorite ritual all ready. I'm like a kid waiting for their favorite show to come on. And that show is fire.

But I am also trying to conserve wood because

a) it needs to last us all winter and while it seems like we have bunches we don't actually know how much we will need for the whole season

b) I'm sort of scared of certain power tools, namely the reciprocating saw we have been using on the fallen tree branches...I'm better at collecting and breaking up sticks anyway

So, when should I start the fire? I closed the doors and it's pretty comfy in here right now...but wouldn't a fire tip comfy into cozy? I am going to try and make myself wait until I am chilly.

Coffee is so awesome. I think I am emotionally addicted to it. I don't think I'm chemically addicted. I'm not one of those people who gets up in the morning and can't function with out it (although sometimes I pretend, because I'm not a morning person and it buys me some leeway). But I really look forward to it. I will often deprive myself of coffee in the morning so as not to develop said chemical addiction. Only to give in later in the afternoon or evening...because it just tastes to good. It's like an event for me. Smelling it, grinding it, boiling the water, smelling it, pouring it, smelling it, drinking it. I basically drink as much as I think I can get away with and not get migraines all the time. It's a thin line that I walk like a kid pretending a crack in the pavement is a tightrope.

let's bee friends!

My yard is amazingly beautiful. For some strange reason I occasionally have to remind myself to go outside. I gotta tell you there is some pretty fun stuff on this here interwebs and it can sort of suck you in. When I do finally drag myself outside I am so overwhelmed with beauty. I took pictures of my cosmos for like 10 minutes this afternoon.

mmmmmmelon

Sadie ate my cantaloupes. Right off the vine. All three of them. I sprouted some seeds from an particularly delicious melon that Frandz mom brought us and which I devoured. To my delight and surprise the seedlings actually thrived and produced three small green melons which were continuing to ripen. Which I actually had hope of enjoying myself. Until my crazy fruit and veggie loving little dog gobbled them up.

I guess since I tell my dog she is a hoodlum and a tiny punk all the time, going so far as to name her punk band Teeny Tines and the Tinies, I should have seen the rebellious behavior coming. Tenny Tines and the Tines have a sort of Joan Jett meets the Sex Pistols vibe.

Speaking of music...I want to buy some. On itunes. But I'm trying to be a super miser right now.

The bread I made last night is awesome toasted!

ok...attention span is shot!