just me using my time given to me

There is much I could write about right now and share with you but I am distracted by the snot that has impacted my sinus cavities in the epic way that only a summer cold can and I am distracted by the cold meds…and the dreams that the cold meds seem to inspire. But most of all, I am distracted by how good Level 7 looks on me.

Seriously, y’all.

Of course virtual animation does add about 10 pounds on you.

Heh.

I am also a little distracted, and excited, about the wild Pikachu Hazel helped her Mima capture while we were walking around The Big Top neighborhood park just around the corner.

The Pikachu that I might have been searching for in vain the last couple of days…in my spare time of course because waste my time on PokemomGo?!…Seriously, life is using time given to you. You can not recall lost time. Don’t forget that.

You’re welcome for that heartwarming quote from Pokemon Games!

She is totally a Pikachu lure which just might be one of the many reasons why she is spending the night here under The Big Top. I’m hoping she can lure Squirtle too.

Stay tuned…

 

 

 

my heart in San Francisco

Literally.

He might have been super annoyed with me this morning, as only a fourteen year old boy can be with his mother, when I insisted the tank top, shorts and flip flops would not work at all for a walkabout adventure in San Francisco because it’s July. Seems the boy has never heard of Mark Twain so telling him about the coldest winter spent was a summer in San Francisco would likely not be something he has ever heard. Yes, making a note to add some of Mark Twain’s works to this boy’s reading list. Book 4 of Frank Einstein’s adventures will have to wait.

Meanwhile, yes, he was irritated that I insisted he add some layers. But he was glad for it later on and told me so while we walked hand in hand, fingers laced, around the Embarcadero and beyond.

My heart!

In San Francisco!

It was a perfect day to wander around and explore with no real plan other than just seek adventure where ever we might be. Daniel agreed. But if pressed for the best moment of today he would tell you it was this.

I didn’t leave my heart in San Francisco but I am quite certain that he will be back.

Soon.

good archers

Don’t think of what you have to do,

don’t consider how to carry it out!

The shot will only go smoothly when it takes the archer himself herself by surprise. ~ Eugen Herrigel, Zen in the Art of Archery.

LITERALLY what I was thinking when I hit that bullseye.

LITERALLY the advice I gave Jodie when she went back to give it a try because if mom can hit a bullseye with her first shot, why can’t she?

We’ll go with that.

Then again, we were the only ones to win mockingjay pins.

There is that.

Like mother, like daughter.

Anyone who was taking the archery games seriously today at Bill’s company picnic was sorely disappointed.

therapeutic fun

They say that while coloring in coloring books can instill a feeling of well-being, promote creativity, and make people feel more at peace with and connected to themselves, coloring in adult coloring books is not art therapy. Nancy Gerber does a pretty good job explaining that.

Oh well! It still can be very relaxing and a fun, quiet way to pass the time. If only THIS COLORING BOOK was in my life twenty years ago when I spent over 100 days of complete bedrest…you’re welcome Jodie Grace!

Pausing for just a moment as I realize that OH MY GAWD that crazy pregnancy adventure was literally TWENTY YEARS AGO!!!!

Meanwhile, zero fucks given at the moment about how beneficial adult coloring can be because busy coloring here.