I got this idea from Laurie who got it from Meet Me at Mikes (a site I’d never heard of but am visiting now entirely too often because beautiful crafts I’ll never do but will judge myself for not attempting, thanks Laurie).
Making: Christmas lists. I’ve officially bought two things. They’re both for the same person.
Cooking: I’m into ginger everything. It’s replacing the previously unnecessary dashes of paprika. Salmon? Ginger. Stir fry? Ginger. It hasn’t made its way to breakfast foods yet other than smoothies, but give me time.
Drinking: Water. I’m seriously increasing my water intake. I hate that I pee ever 12 minutes and can’t make it comfortably from work to home.
Reading: I just finished Paula Hawkins’ Into the Water. I had it from the library for the typical 21-day allotment. Though I started it immediately, I found myself returning it late in order to finish because I’d lost interest. I’m reading Nicole Blades’ Have You Met Nora at home and Dennis Lehane’s Since We Fell on my commute.
Wanting: An electric blanket. It’s something I’ve always wanted but will never buy for myself. I usually just bypass them in Target, but recently, because I won a gift card at work for being the keeper of relatively obscure movie lyrics (in my head), I actually stopped and caressed them. I read the specs: it’s plush, it’s washable, there’s a timer, and the cord is long enough to not require an extension cord which I’m sure would’ve had my bedmate spouting fire hazard statistics. I still walked away even though I knew I’d be cold later.
Looking: For my slipper. I’ve bought a new pair since one went missing IN THE HOUSE but I haven’t been able to throw away the remaining one because I know full damn well the missing one will go unmissing the minute I trash the one that was too afraid to abandon me.
Playing: Seekers Notes. It’s a hidden item game that I hide out in the bathroom at work and play.
Deciding: How much to put on which bill.
Wishing: The lady in the restroom at the movie theatre tonight rolled her eyes at me in the mirror. She sighed as she walked past Z washing his hands. I can only assume she thought he didn’t belong in the women’s room. Well guess what, Carmen. Until I’m comfortable with him going into the men’s room alone, he comes in the restroom with me. I wish people could offer more grace. At least this time he didn’t do that weird Blair Witch face the wall move.
Enjoying: Teaching. The class truly brings me joy and to see the students realize their anxiety about public speaking is waning never gets old.
Waiting: I can’t wait for next week because it’s a potential four-day weekend.
Liking: The ease of having my hair short.
Wondering: Where my winter coat is. I know I thought last year about Goodwilling it with the assumption I’d get a new one before it got cold this year. I can’t find it but I don’t remember actually donating it, just the thought I’d had about it. It’s been weeks, so I’m going to go ahead and call it. I need a new winter coat.
Loving: How easy it is to get my son to read a book not in his preferred genre.
Pondering: (Doesn’t this mean wondering or considering?)
Considering: What if I stop teaching to concentrate on finishing the novel? I teach twice a week right now 5:30-6:50. With the commute I’m usually home by 8. Next semester I’ve signed up for two classes, Monday through Thursday, 5:30-6:50 for one and 7:00-8:00 for the other. What if I decline one of those and use that time instead to write? I’d probably just nightnap.
Buying: Not this, but a girl can dream.
Watching: I took Z to see Coco tonight. It is such an unexpectedly good movie, filled with humor and color.
Hoping: That DC isn’t selected as Amazon’s next physical store site.
Marvelling: That the human body doesn’t know when a woman no longer needs to have a period. I’m done with what these parts are used for, it’s time to shut it down. Forever.
Cringing: I heard a bump in my eight-year-old’s room the other day, following quickly by an exclamation of, “Oh, shit.” I hollered up the stairs, “Z.” A sheepish yes from him. “Watch your mouth, please.” We talked later about proper words to use when hurt (he’d hit his knee) but I’m not holding out hope that he’ll pick something new. He was probably cussing at me in his head as I talked to him about not cussing. Also? I am partial to dammit.
Needing: Still with the electric blanket. It’s so far beyond want.
Questioning: Everything, from what to wear to the way of the world.
Smelling: Honeysuckle. There’s a bit still left in the front yard even though it’s getting cold. The smell is faint, but it’s there.
Wearing: The cutest wool swing coat I found last year at the thrift store. I never wore it because it was missing a button.
Part two tomorrow or the next day because screw expectations.