I got this from Pip at Meet me at Mike’s:
Making: I’m still working on my crochet infinity scarf.
Drinking: Aldi’s Grapefruit Sparling water.
Reading: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
Wanting: Mostly for the belly saga to be over. I’m very close now. I doubt that I’ll be able to get packing material into the wound by Friday of this week. Enough time to get the test knit I volunteered for cast on this week.
Looking: At my empty garden. It’s so melancholy and yet beautiful in its own way.
Playing: Lots of Jazz lately. I’ve been listening to KCCK in the afternoon. It’s very soothing.
Deciding: What yarn to wind for my test knit shawl.
Wishing: For about three extra days worth of time in the week.
Enjoying: Lying under the covers in my warm bed in the morning when my bedroom is still chilly.
Waiting: For Nanowrimo to start. I’ve failed the last 10 years. This year I have a better plan.
Liking: Moth & The Flame. All of their stuff I’ve heard, really, but this one is my favorite.
Wondering: Where this year has gone.
Loving: Sunday night game nights with the gang and alternately Friday night veg night with the roommate.
Pondering: The changes I can make in my spending and saving habits to build more personal financial security for the future.
Considering: Taking a month off of surfing Facebook clickbait. It’s Nanowrimo and I should be writing.
Buying: As little as possible. The holidays are coming up and that means nothing but necessities and additions to the Amazon Wishlist.
Watching: Next in line is Stranger Things. Santa Clarita Diet. Guardians of the Galaxy 2 and Wonder Woman on home video.
Hoping: Please don’t let Thor: Ragnarok be as boring as the other two Thor movies. There. I said it. I find the god of thunder’s movies deadly dull and I adore Only Lovers Left Alive.
Marvelling: at the number of Thor trailers. I can’t escape it. Also, Thor is Marvel, so there’s that.
Cringing: Kevin Spacey. OMG. Why?
Needing: Mittens to go with my dress coat. I should cast some on after I finish my test knit.
Questioning: Should I Kondo my closet again? I have clothing creep, due in part to living in a region with seasons, but in part because I haven’t been as diligent with the clothing plan as I should be.
Smelling: Dry fallen leaves. It’s one of my favorite autumn smells, second only to campfire smoke.
Wearing: Actual pants! After a summer of nothing but tights, french terry capris, and running shorts because of my surgery, it’s very nice to be able to put on a pair of jeans or trousers.
Following: Politics. How do we get off this island?
Noticing: The older I get, the earlier I have to pull out my fleecy slippers to combat the cold in my bones.
Knowing: The holidays are coming. They’re not looming. There’s not a lot of pressure during the holiday season when you have no children.
Thinking: I’ve been thinking about disembodied hands and alien hand syndrome recently. They appear in horror movies, mostly as malevolent forces, and yet Thing from the Addams Family also falls into disembodied hand monster category, but he’s helpful.
Admiring: People who can wear glasses and look natural in them. I’m not even sure I like my glasses. They don’t actually feel natural to me.
Sorting: All the advertising emails I get. I’m unsubscribing where I’m able and filtering straight to trash where I cant.
Getting: Massages again. Finally. My fibro has been acting up fiercely and I’ve needed a massage since I came home from the hospital. Since I can finally lay on my belly without it hurting, I got one last week.
Bookmarking: Recipes in Michael Symon’s 5 in 5 For Every Season. The Roommate brought it home on Saturday and there are some tasty looking things in there. Literal bookmarks! (well, mostly random pieces of paper stuck in the book.
Coveting: Bellies that don’t look like someone’s toddler drew straight down the middle of them with a Sumi brush and earthworm purplish brown ink.
Disliking: My skin on my belly is so torn up and delicate from the tape. I have landing strips I tape to in order to keep my wound covered, and I’m still getting tears in my skin.
Opening: Too many browser windows all the time. It’s no wonder I feel overwhelmed so often.
Giggling: With the roommate over Santa Clarita Diet. It’s so wrong and it’s so funny.
Feeling: Melancholy. It’s the time of year. It’s so dark in the morning. Daylight Savings Time ends on Sunday and that’s none too soon for me.
Snacking: Kiwi fruit. I cannot say enough good things about this yummy fruit. More vitamin c than oranges. More potassium than bananas. High in fiber.
Hearing: The heat kick on to bring the house up to morning temperatures before my alarm goes off. There’s something about knowing you’ve still got a few minutes of snuggle under the covers time before you have to face another day.