- I had the insane idea to order the daily newspaper. Now I have two weeks worth of newspapers, I think I have actually read two of them. Although I will recycle them, that never assuages my guilt, waste is waste. For instance, plastic water bottles – I do not use them except in emergencies. But I digress…
- I was at my daughter’s house two weeks ago. She explained her plight to me. Her little garden gnome had fallen off his ledge and broken his arm right off his little body! She wanted it back on but it would not stay on with glue. Her clever mother (me) suggested we make a cast and stick it back on that way! I went through my brain, how to do this… how to do this…. and remembered the ancient recipe for paper maché. We dipped tiny strips of paper towels in the flour and water paste, and wrapped his little broken off arm and hand, and left it to dry. The next day, when it dried, he had a little hard cast for his arm. (Don’t tell him it is never coming off, he may think it is healing, but it is not going to. )
So, with the recent remembrance of paper maché, all the newspapers that have yet to be recycled, and the Advent season upon us, what else would you do? Paper maché ornaments, of course! I made three of them last night, and they are hanging from my chandelier to dry. They are a colossal pain in the a**, but I will continue to at least paint these and see how they look.
I have a million things to do today. The job I am applying for was re-announced yesterday. That means they had no qualified applicants. They had not yet received my application, test, resume, and cover letter. It will go to HR today – although now the deadline is extended another week. The only thing left to do is the cover letter. Cover letter, Shmover letter. I don’t want to do it! But I shall.
That’s it for me on a Friday morning. Have a good Friday everyone.
The skies tell the story of the glory of God, the firmament proclaims the work of his hands; day pours out the news to day, night passes to night the knowledge. — Psalm 18