I need advice.
[And that’s when the 10 people who read me knew we were really in an unprecedented time.]
That annoys me, by the way. Have you ever heard of the Spanish Flu? The Black Plague? We act like we’re the ONLY ONES in the history of TIME to go through this, just because we’re here now. Going through it. A hundred years from now some kid will get a history test wrong. “I said 9/11 happened in 2020 and corornavirus was 2001.”
“I said Spanish Flu was in 2020. Whatever.”
And another thing. Then I promise I’ll get back to the advice I’m seeking.
I’ve been watching Deep Rack Chop Rack or whatever his name is. I do like him. He’s been guiding us through Covid-related meditations, and be sure to ask me where to find those and don’t just use, oh, Google or anything. You can see how listening to him has mellowed me out.
Anyway I really do like him, but what’s with his glasses? It’s like he lost his own reading glasses and asked your Grandma Ina if he could borrow hers. They literally have rhinestones on them. I am riveted by them each time he talks. What made him say, “Oh, yes. These rhinestone Grandma Ina glasses will do”?
Back to advice time, with June.
I have to say, if I were grading my friends (and I did) on how they performed as friends when I had
I’d have to say Kit wins the prize. She brought delicious food she made, and then she brought delicious takeout the next time. Plus also, she brought me this violet and the cute dish that went with it. I loved its pale purple flowers, and now it’s been a month and look at it.
My advice is, how do I get more flowers to bloom? I read violets need “12 hours of light” a day to bloom, and I hate to inform whoever made THAT up, but no place has sun in it that long.
So what violet tips do you have for me? Tips of any kind.
Oh, I know! We can have advice day in the comments. If you’re home and thinking about stupid things you don’t usually think about, ask here.
Like, I was trying to take down the heavy brocade black-and-silver curtain in the kitchen this weekend. If ever there was something that was so me, it’s heavy brocade black and silver curtains in a paisley pattern.
The thing is, I know the people who lived here before me were, you know, classier than me. So when I was tearing down that curtain this weekend, as I perched precariously on the sink, I knew I was ripping down something expensive. But removing it and keeping it intact was not possible.
They not only stapled it up there with industrial staples, they also NAILED a BOARD up there and it’s stuck to that. So how do you get NAILS and STAPLES out of a frickin’ BOARD with few tools? Anyone?
I was also thinking we could all have a Netflix viewing party one night. What should we watch? We can discuss that today, too.
I will leave you with this. A Formerly Faithful Reader put a picture on Instagram last week of her dog, posing as a dog in an old painting. I’d show you it but I didn’t ask her permission and that would take time and who has time at the current breakneck go go go pace we’re in, running about?
Apparently the Getty challenged people to use what they had at home to re-create works of art. Oh, I was so in.
This took about 3 hours of finding the clothes and props and finding a way to fekking prop my phone up. Also too, I went to a LOT of trouble to get the lights to reflect in the window, and it cropped that part out. Lu annoy.
Also, I want a cloche hat.
All right, be sure to ask for advice in comments and/or let’s decide on a viewing party.