Got a belly laugh this morning when one of my job notifications sites posted "Career Adviser." If this doesn't seem funny to you it's probably because you haven't applied for 95+ jobs in the last nine years alone. Like I have. Yesiree, I'm just the person to apply for a job where I advise others on how to find their best career.

Quarantining in style: 3-liter o' wine and a coupla energy drinks.

Ah, the fragrance of Mod Podge of a Sunday evening. Yes, this marvel of the 70s is still a thing. And I still love doing collage.

Speaking of things I have no business doing...

I didn't fall once, though, mostly because I rarely let go of the side rail. 

We hear what we want to hear.

Yep, that I am.

I saw this at a thrift store and wondered Y someone got rid of it. Maybe they could no longer stand to be constantly faced with the Y of life. Or maybe Yvonne just didn't need it anymore. Or maybe "Y" stood for Yes and the answer was suddenly No. Or maybe I have too much time on mY hands.

One thing is for sure, MCA is missing their friend, the Village People are ticked off, and millions of people nationwide will no longer know what to spell out while they're roller skating. 

Tip o' the hat to JMB for this one

That is, vending. 

(Latin scholars everywhere are busting a gut right now.)

id est

"My bad"

I have no business being on a volleyball court at my current age and state of overweightness. But I love the sport so I'm giving it a go on the Tuesday evening Parks & Rec league.

In my head, I'm still the agile young athlete I once was when I played on intense coed intramural leagues at IU. Or in the years following when I played on the Thursday night "Power League" with the University Club in Fort Wayne. (I was so eager to get there that I changed clothes while driving back from my job in Wabash, but that's another story.)

I still have good court awareness and I'm not afraid of the ball. I remain calm at the net. The jargon comes out of my mouth automatically: "I go." "Free ball." "My bad." I often have a sense of when that ball will come over the net and which direction it will go.

Then a morbidly fascinating mind/body disconnect engages. My brain says "go for that ball" or "move that direction" but my body says "nope, not gonna do it." It's like watching a bad slow motion animation of myself as I see the ball hit the floor, somehow surprised that, yet again, I didn't get to it in time. 

Occasionally I get a set, and the spike is legendary in my head. I used to have a pretty formidable ball strike but now my vertical leap, never great to begin with, is nonexistent. "Listen everyone," I want to say to the other players, "You should have seen how that played out in my imagination. I found the back corner of the court and it was epic!"

But I love the sport, so I soldier on. Then I take an Aleve. And the next morning I move a little more slowly and stiffly than usual. It's worth it.

Who doesn't love a little wheat thin that knows how to party?

Nope, nothing creepy about this.

Working from home, day 4

While crafting with buttons, the madness slowly began to creep in. They're mocking me. Mocking me, I tell you! Aaaahhheeeee

Blog reboot 2020.2.0. New life, day one. Up at 7:40 and on with the workout clothes, intending to start the day with exercise, devotions, breakfast, and shower. All got accomplished, but not in anywhere near their original order or intended time.

If your brain allows you to start one task and see it through to completion, can I step inside your mind for just a few moments to see what that feels like? Here's how my time unfolded this morning:

• See note on counter to look up something on internet.
• Go to computer, get distracted by emails and Facebook.
• Start work on crafting necklace for A.
• In looking for components for same, start pulling elements for collage for B.
• Try to put a hole through a small wooden disc with a bead reamer, which did not work. Lesson learned.
• Open patio door and yell at squirrel to get off bird feeder.
• 11:00 a.m. Do not turn on The Price Is Right, Laura. Do not go there.
• Pop in Hugh Laurie "Didn't It Rain" CD instead. Yes, I still listen to CDs.
• There are those earrings I didn't finish last night.
• How can I get a hole through an acorn?
• "Write something every day," a sage friend told me. Some call him Jim. Time to write, but what? Think I'll revive my grad school blog one. more. time.

Eventually, I will need to corral my thoughts but today I'm going with the (creative) flow. Giving each day over for the Lord to bless. Projects will be completed in due course.

The good news is that, if you feeling like calling to talk with me, you don't need to worry about interrupting my train of thought. That train has likely already derailed anyway.

The scavenger hunt will soon begin for places I can work and interact with other humans without spending too much money. I have a feeling the library will be seeing a lot of me.

Now...time for lunch, and I see no need to change my custom of a midday power nap.