April 17, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
It’s weirder than bone soup.
Monday was a trip.
I was all over the place.
Mentally, geographically, physically, telepathically, and any other ally you can think of.
I was in them.
Ah. I miss the Alley Cat. Anybody ever hear from her?
Well, I totally bailed on workout because I was cold and lazy and opted to “nap” until 7am.
But then I got my ass in gear and got busy.
I ran a fuckload of errands.
Then I checked on my lady bees. I’m down to one hive. Hillcrest and Pippins are empty, but Ambleside is thriving like the badass bitches they are. Today I will do my first ever hive inspection. Wish me luck. Fingers crossed. And what have you.
After checking on the bees, I did some work around the ranch before heading back to Lippincottonia to help Boo with her bones. She asked around for bones to make art with. I got her a couple of cows. Well most of a couple of cows anyway. What the coyotes didn’t scatter. Some of the meaty bits and sinew were still attached so she opted to clean them before taking them home. Probably a good call.
So we started soaking them…
After that I met up with Janie J to take a headshot of an author she is publishing. In a room of three people it is rare that I’m the least socially awkward, but it happens. That led me to believe that I need to pursue a career as a portrait photographer. Not the kind that captures you in all your beauty. No. The kind that captures you making the most weird and awkward faces. As the author I was photographing put it “Like when you pause a television show or movie and the face the actor or actress inevitably is making.”
Sandwich Control, Awkward Portrait Photographer.
I like the ring of it.
Okay, I have loads to do today.
Garages to muck out. Screws to “take care of”. Hives to inspect. Saws to help unload.
Have a bee-utiful day.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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