Today Is Thursday, April 11, 2024: This Is What Happened.

Sleepy. Plus, all day, it felt like Friday. Pretty much the same thing. It's my last day of physical therapy.

I came home and made a page in my art journal. The theme is GEOMETRIC FORMS, and here is what I wrote in my journal. One could read what I wrote in the photo.

There are so many different, so-called boxes. That comes in so many sizes and shapes.

For me, the worst box shape is the one you put in against your will. Some of the boxes we're just exploring. And for whatever reason, that box isn't for you/me. It's okay not to stay. When it comes to boxes, they might be crowded, scary, happy, lonely, and so on. Sorry to say there is no perfect box. They all need entrance and exit.

I'm going to be brave and try AUTOMATIC WRITING. Editor's Note: I will edit the automatic writing. I will type for 12 minutes.

Use a playing card and do an artist trading card with alcohol ink. Interesting effect. Let me tell you, I really enjoy retirement. Even if the money is super low. My social security check is only 505. That embarrassing. Help! I'm having trouble doing automatic writing. It is different on the keyboard. I don't think any ghost is working the keyboard. Good lord, they're horrible types, let alone spelling. What else is going on? Still, crazies are shooting off their mouths about gay pride here. But it is slowing down a bit. Did you hear they pass the H 710 here in Idaho? How many will use it? I decided to give 250 back to my local library so they could purchase books. I know it doesn't work that way. Worried about this year's election.

Frogs eat watermelon. I don't care all that much for watermelon. I got two pounds of strawberries and four pounds of butter, and it cost me $12. Not bad. Everything is expensive. Maybe the chicken will crow. I don't understand why this hate is going around. My way or the highway. Being divided doesn't accomplish anything. It makes our world more unrest. I thought of a better word than unrest. But I couldn't get it typed out. For my ATC cards, I'm doing birds after the birds. I will be doing cats. They meow. I bet most of you already knew that. Surprise, I got this far down the paper. I'm sure it won't be novel. Hope not.

I'm happy. But sometimes I'm not. On the 24th, I plan to check out a local writing group. Sat, there is an art show at the Pearl. Plus, my son Bart is coming up with his family. February is the last time I saw them. Murphy and his sister Faith are going to Oregon for a week starting Friday. Their nephew died. I need to post his arbitrary. He was just in his thirties. Same age as my son. I hope I never have to experience burying a child. My mind just froze. Bart has been battling cancer. But he takes care of it super well.

Here is an article on HOUSE BILL 710

Coffee is on.