Yesterday was the first day of spring and it was completely gorge. The sun, the little birdies, the temp, it was perfect. I worked. Today? The day I don't work? The sky is grey, the wind is howling, the temp is back in the 30s, and there are even MORE bugs outside. (Speaking of: I am alone in this invasion. Pauletta doesn't have these bugs. No one has these bugs. I don't want to talk about it.)
I've gotten back into making jewelry this past week. I'm really enjoying it even as it destroys my fingernails and aggravates my old wrist injury. But it's a little creative outlet I really enjoy and might bring in a few dollars here and there so I'm hoping the inspiration lasts for awhile. So today, with spring doing it's worst to irritate me and make me miserable, I'm going to enjoy the fire, try not to kill the cats as they literally climb the curtains with excess energy, and work on another necklace. It is a small life, but it is my own. And summer will show up eventually. Yesterday was a promise.
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I was on track - for a degree or a career or a healthy retirement fund - for my first 29 years. I decided to see what a year off track feels like. Starting December 23, 2006, this is where you can find updates on the no doubt boring adventures of Corina derailed.
About Me
- Corina
- The header says alot, but I'm a 30-year-old lawyer turned dropout who really really loves to be places other than home, wherever that happens to be at the moment. I believe rainy days are a personal affront and take umbrage when the sun is behind clouds. I love summer with an unholy passion. I watch insane amounts of television (or did until I gave up, temporarily I hope, television reception), and have given up feeling bad about it. Most of the time.
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