An oldster’s admission

What is one thing you can’t live without?

If I were younger, I’d say I couldn’t live without my phone. But Boomer Lady that I am, I assert that I can’t live without writing implements and paper. Sure, that may look like two things to you, but in my lexicon, “pen and paper” is a collective noun. Don’t argue with my brain. It’s getting old, too.

I especially like grid paper. Ooh. Forget that phone and random passport! (Photo from Pexels)

Ever since I figured out how to write and ditched giant pencils and oddly lined paper (which smelled very good). I owned lots and lots of paper and wrote many, many words on most of them (some were used to draw horses, trees, flowers, and cars).

I just love to write and always have. Nothing made me happier than an essay test or term paper assignment. I could write! Any subject would do! And I always journaled, wrote stories, and passed long notes among friends in school.

I remember my sixth-grade teacher confiscated a many-part note between me and John Zapp. She stifled a laugh when she realized we were writing about remote-control aircraft, not “do you like me, yes or no.” He and I spent the next year, along with other odd little gifted children, writing a newsletter for the seventh-grade class. Bonus: we got to run the machine that printed the purple ink that smelled so good. Mimeo machine?

Just ask Anita what we did in high school. We wrote stuff. Stories, multi-part humor notes, very long book reports, etc. I regret that I couldn’t be in journalism class because I had to sing all the time. A surprising number of those who were in that class ended up teachers, journalists, and the like.

Well, I didn’t know where that story was going. But anyway, I have been writing my whole life in all my jobs, and reluctantly switched to keyboards when I realized I typed faster than I wrote by hand. But in addition to my obsession with blogging, I still write by hand in my sticker-filled journals, take notes by hand in meetings, and have a huge collection of pens (between me and Kathleen, we could run a pen shop in our house).

I need my writing tools.


No excitement here at home today. It rained, and I discovered the newly spread dirt surrounding the house is very sticky. The clay is now on top. But the rainwater tanks are collecting away, which is exciting to me. Of course, I saw and heard birds today. All the sparrows are here!

I kept making bookmarks today. The kit makes a LOT of them. I’ll have holiday gifts for everyone at this rate. And who wouldn’t want an extremely sparkly bookmark??

Yes! I Can Have Fun!

Yes, there was fun to be had on this chilly, blustery day. Did I say chilly? Well, the high didn’t get above 70°F, which is welcome. However, the wind made it feel colder, prompting a friend to ask if it was too soon to ask for summer back. Um, yes, I’m afraid it is. Tomorrow will be fairly cold, so I’m hoping the wind will die down.

It ruffled my feathers.

As for fun today, discovering the horses in the driveway again wasn’t part of it. I had to brave the gales to go shut the main gate, all the while wondering how in the HECK the gate got open, since I strongly remember fastening it. No photos. They looked just like last time.

Yep. They looked just like this.

Verifiable fun occurred during my birding time, when I plopped my chair on my unfinished birding station and watched a parade of geese, ducks, and cranes fly over, followed by a cat creeping to the pond and making the Kingfisher and Great Blue Heron upset. (Kingfisher seems to have moved in for a while).

Plus, I finally saw some migrating Monarchs. None of my better flowers are blooming, so I’m not seeing as many as Austin friends are. I hope the wind didn’t mess them up.

That’s the only one that stopped!

I also had fun at work, because I like both projects I’m working on, one writing and one helping folks. I enjoy the conversation.

The real fun, though, came when I opened the huge collection of acrylic markers I just bought. A whole new world of things I can doodle on has opened up, along with the possibility of ruining many things. So far I put flowers on a pair of glasses that needed some rejuvenation. They look better than I feared, thought not “fine art.”

I sat there wondering if I could decorate my ugly plastic headband. Yes, I could. It ended up looking nice with my blue hair.

I also put identification in a subtle silver on my new binoculars and their bag, hoping not to have these wander away.

The decorations were fun to do. I just have to resist the urge not to decorate every object in my home. I’ll try to just decorate rocks or something. Many people paint rocks.

Dogs would prefer to remain unpainted.

My final fun was crocheting away while watching Elspeth so far this season. I will next watch Matlock. I like shows with quirky older protagonists. I feel okay not boycotting CBS, since Colbert was on Elspeth. So there.

Speaking of crochet, I finally have my temperature blanket through September. I look forward to months with more green and yellow…maybe even blue?

More thoughts on why I’m encouraged will be shared tomorrow. Ooh, passive voice! Reminds me to go finish reading The Language Puzzle, my current book.

You can see I have a new horse book coming up!