A Very Quiet and Non-Productive Day
Jul. 8th, 2017 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chochiyo_samaThe extent of my productivity today was gathering and bagging the garbage and recycling from my bedroom area and washing and drying the pink bathroom rugs. I shelved the books Caleb returned, had meatballs, a Kaiser roll, and an oatmeal bar for lunch, and talked to Mom and Tammy on the phone. I also had a brief conversation with my cousin Rhonda who asked me to come up with a baby shower game for her daughter's shower at the end of the month.
I messed around on my computer for a while, looking up earwig control measures and baby shower games. I also spent about two hours watching the Joan Baez 75th Birthday Special on YouTube. I can't believe how lovely she still is and sounds at age 75. Jackson Browne was one of the special guests, and he looked like shit and sort of slurred his words as he sang. I still love his music, but he's looking old. (So am I.)
Mom called around 9:30 pm and said there was someone at her house who wanted to talk to me. It was Dale Bishman, my dad's friend from high school who was our insurance agent forever before he retired. He and his wife had stopped in to see Mom and he was wondering how I was doing in the new place. He said they had driven by my house but had seen no signs of life--which was true, I was sitting in my bedroom (which is where my computer is) in the dark in my pajamas. I was tired and decided to just crawl into bed with my laptop and my kitties and call it a day at about 8 pm. I am usually up and about longer, but today was just one of those low energy, low production days.
I messed around on my computer for a while, looking up earwig control measures and baby shower games. I also spent about two hours watching the Joan Baez 75th Birthday Special on YouTube. I can't believe how lovely she still is and sounds at age 75. Jackson Browne was one of the special guests, and he looked like shit and sort of slurred his words as he sang. I still love his music, but he's looking old. (So am I.)
Mom called around 9:30 pm and said there was someone at her house who wanted to talk to me. It was Dale Bishman, my dad's friend from high school who was our insurance agent forever before he retired. He and his wife had stopped in to see Mom and he was wondering how I was doing in the new place. He said they had driven by my house but had seen no signs of life--which was true, I was sitting in my bedroom (which is where my computer is) in the dark in my pajamas. I was tired and decided to just crawl into bed with my laptop and my kitties and call it a day at about 8 pm. I am usually up and about longer, but today was just one of those low energy, low production days.
