74
I’ve seen a couple of comments lately from people saying they are 74 and waaah waaah waaah. I just got here, but I am telling you the only difference is that life is a lot more fun, and I have so much to do.
I always piss money away around my birthday, especially since the cakes have gotten so bad there is no festivity in them. This year i have bought some pastel board, hoping, planning, to delve, if not dive, back into a messy new medium. It occurs to me I should try OIL pastels, OMG, another hole of the rabbit. Well, I have some . .
I love the sale shelf at Blick to see what has been damaged and discarded and discontinued. I bought three Talens Pantone pens, a brush end and a wedge–later looked them up to see what the plan was. They are leaky, dark, not anything near the lovely pale colors on the caps, except for the yellow. Oddly, I also bought a jar of the yellow in what turns out to be a refill source for the yellow pen. It’s the lovely delicious sunflower color I am drawn to lately. The journal I am using this spring and summer, the volunteer Wachendorfia that was rose up defiantly out of my strawberry pot, the huge yellow Epyphyllum that was one of three I gleaned from LB’s back yard cleanup, etc.
We had a nice party back there, I made my own cake this year! Gluten free white cake, for my friends who can’t eat the wheat, strawberries, whipped cream, and grass-fed buttercream frosting, it was a hit, but a poor substitute for real cake leftovers out of the freezer–grainy and not satisfying, and too sweet. I actually got sick from a buttercream OD. Not a good idea to make your own cake . . . and eat it too.
I sprang for a $225 professional repair job on a 1933 Remington Rand Model 1 typewriter Art was disposing of. The cover on the case had deteriorated completely, so I painted it with Carbon Black acrylic. I did some typing on that, now it is in the corner under the table.
I had already had some bodywork done on the van, and while visiting V. in Santa Rosa I had the Westy detailed in and out. I still need some paint touched up, but the rust and dents that were haunting me are gone, and the rustoleum colored underpaint matches pretty well. To get it smogged I had the muffler and exhaust pipe replaced, and a clunking noise resulted in an almost-free fix to the upgraded sway bar.
So yeah, it’s a good yeat, and hella better than some others.
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