Paralyzed From the Brain Down - April 3, 2020

To say the past weeks have been weird is an understatement. I have been trying to work from home, but it's difficult. What's worse is that I'm home more, but am completely unable to paint! I'm paralyzed and I can't figure out what's wrong. My husband says all psychological problems are inherently fixable if you can articulate what the problem is. So when I can't articulate it, I feel worse, like it's only ME standing in the way of feeling better. If only I were smarter.
One fun thing is that my siblings and I are all talking more online. Yesterday we had the best conversation because one never-available-when-we-group-call sibling actually took part! Unfortunately, they also got mad when I took a (lot) screenshots. I touched up one of the screenshots to show how they should really feel about me. 

I'm thinking of downloading some filters for my next meeting at work and looking like the potato lady I can't stop laughing at this picture. 

And laugh…

How I Spent My One Day of Vacation

The good news is that I've finished drawing up the patterns for all 26 letters plus 3 alternate letters of the alphabet (I have two versions of W, X and Y). I'm working on getting a sample folded of each letter. Then I need to take pics of all of them and write them up.

Whew! This tutorial business is time-consuming.

I took a few days of vacation and ended up having the kids for three days of it. Today I had off and I rearranged my kitchen, cleaned up my new pantry shelves in the garage and went grocery shopping. The house is a complete wreck and my husband relaxed all evening while I was out with the 4-year old. He didn't clean up a thing. How can he get any rest with the house a disaster?

Tomorrow, I'm going out of town to the temple. Even though it will be six hours out of my day, it's been a few months since I've been able to go and I'm hoping for a spiritual rejuvenation. Here's wishing me luck!


Nancy said…
Hope you come back feeling like a new you. I wish my husband would just sit back and not let a disorderly house faze him (not that the house is ever a total mess), but no, he goes around with the Swiffter mop muttering how he has to do it all - arghhhh! Funny how some women want their men to be more aware of their surroundings and some (like me) wish they would just stop being well just like their mothers. Oh well the grass is always greener....
Farm Girl said…
I finally made it here. I couldn't remember the name and tried it different ways, I came up with all kinds of things that rhyme with everything except magic. You are one busy lady, I looked through your other blogs. So I am dying to ask, does popcorn flower taste like popcorn or flour? I really like your word earrings.
I will be in Friday.

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