Monday, March 19, 2012

How Am I Doing? You'll Be Sorry You Asked.

There's a whole mess of jewelry that I've made just sitting around doing nothing. I need to get on this right away by taking dozens of pictures and posting them at my two selling sites that nobody visits. It doesn't bother me that no one visits my Etsy and Artfire shops-- much. Selling stuff on the internet is a whole lot easier than selling to people. The process is easier, I mean. I sell more in person but I wish I sold more on line. Selling on line means I get the only exercise I'm ever going to get walking the mile and a half to the post office. Selling face to face is not for me. I am far too cantankerous, mean and sarcastic. I try really, really hard to suffer fools, if not gladly, than tolerantly. I succeed most of the time.


This week I'm going to tend to my yard. The weather has been absurdly beautiful, fooling my yard into thinking it must be May. It needs a spring cleaning. Yes, I know spring doesn't start until tomorrow but why waste another beautiful, sunshiny day? Plus sunshiny means bitchin' jewelry pics. Hell, while I'm out there I may just start the grill. Especially since my oven doesn't work. Not since I cleaned it-- or tried to. I put the sucker on 'clean' but it never got very hot. And now it doesn't get hot at all but sure smells gassy.


Totally gave up on de-carpeting the stairs. That fucker clings like an ex-boyfriend who thinks you have money. How long have I been at that thing? I have two steps cleared. Except for the part around the bannister. How in the hell did they put the carpet on there? I'm about to use fire on that summbitch. I could too! The oven doesn't work but the stove still does.


I need a bit of Zen. That's what gardening is for. These are in the front bed waiting to keep me company while I clear out the old dried weeds.

4 comments:

  1. I still haven't started the stairs at my house, and you're actively discouraging me from trying. The former owners wallpapered the hall closet with giant 70s flowers in oranges and brown; the carpet is an avocado shag. They probably used wallpaper paste on both.My husband got rid of the wallpaper because we started smelling decades of cigarette smoke. God only knows what's in the carpet.

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    1. Great, now I'm now the anti-blog. Don't try anything! You will be doomed to failure! Well, have no fear. I believe in you. You aren't old and decrepit like I am.

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  2. Actually, I am. Born in 1964 just like you, if I can believe anything you write on the Dope. Old and decrepit I am indeed.

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    1. Well, maybe you're not as decrepit as I am. Or maybe you should just give up. That's what I did!

      For now. It'll start eating at me again soon, I'm sure. Then I'll get another step done before giving up yet again. It's a vicious cycle.

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