Still Biting

Yep, something is still biting me. I can only effectively kill insects if I'm defending someone smaller who's afraid. I can't seem to kill bugs for myself. I'm now on the couch where I see a lot less mess. I can see more half done projects like the felt Christmas tree that I started two years ago and some embroidery for my grandma that I wanted to have done two months ago.

Getting Stuff Done

I'm glad no one can see the kitchen table I'm writing from. It's a mess of half done projects. A birdhouse I need to sand and varnish, a Harry Potter audio book we started, unread magazines (I get at least 7 or at least did before I lost track as one or two were Christmas presents), double prints and unsent cards, things to add to the calendar or RSVP for and me. No spiders lurking tonight. Looking around I see the article on how to ripen fruit that I want to save (bananas are magical fruit, not beans(!) because of the ethylene gas they emit). All of this and I managed to find energy to put flowers on the table, but not to clean any of this stuff off. This whole corner of the house is a project. On the floor and in my deluded sense, out of sight, I have a teacup and pez display that needs to be hung somewhere... probably my next house ;).

Catching up on Lifehacker today, I read a bunch of compelling things about being organized and productive. The one that most interested me was Dave Pollard's The Nine Reasons We Don't Do What We Should

I'm Being Bitten...

by something under the table. I keep itching in a new spot. I'm up to three bites. I don't think I have anything interesting enough to say to warrant giving this insect anymore time on the grosse deutsche Frau legs it thinks of as gyros sticks.

Flowers and David Gray

Delicate blue flower, originally uploaded by baglady.

Looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule

You know I'm seeing it so clear
I've been afraid
To show you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made

If you want it
Come and get it
For crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt

- from Babylon

St. Amour

I have the dashboard widget that reports French Saint Days. Today (well six minutes ago) was St. Amour's Day.

There is apparently a programmer somewhere who created a saint's day for himself:

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