Over the years I’ve had several Standard Poodle Service Dogs. I’ve never trained a female standard poodle to be my Service Dog (SD), and although I wanted a male agency-trained dog, it was not to be.
Creativity is my day job. I mean that seriously – I earn my living by creating content in various forms. Editor, writer, photographer, and much more – and it’s all about putting food on the table and keeping a roof over our heads.
I am not an artist. I am creative. As the saying goes, I couldn’t draw a stick figure if you paid me. Well, maybe that is an exaggeration, but you get the picture. I started going to group virtual painting classes and liked them. Then I got into the virtual painting classes you join in on from the comfort of your home. This lit a fire in me. It is something to do – a meditative, peaceful learning experience.
It might seem a trifle to some – and, honestly, it is – but for me, a relaxing bath is one of the most releasing, healing things I can do for myself. Semi-regular baths in near-scaling water filled with lovely bath oils, a fragrant bath bomb or bubble bath, does something for me that no other relaxation technique can.
If you’re in a rut, consider stretching your wings to try a course you may not normally learn toward. It doesn’t have to be a university course, but something that will enrich your soul.
A few years ago, a hurricane demolished the storage shed and several other things on my mother’s property. In so doing, the hurricane destroyed an item precious to my mother - and to me - a marbled, dark brown accordion which she found at a thrift store years ago when she was in college.
I’d heard Stellaris had received a small update. Something about a Horizon Signal spawning rarely in black hole systems. I’d never triggered it in any game prior and had religiously avoided spoilers. And in a game where I couldn’t reload, one weaponless science ship had just popped the event chain.
Now, as an adult who happened to marry a man equally Christmas-crazy as myself, I decorate early for Christmas, not when it’s “normal.” I start putting up the decor in October.
Remember when you were a kid and you'd wake up early just to get in those cartoons on Saturday mornings? You'd grab a bowl of Cap'n Crunch or Cookie Crisp and nosh mindlessly as you sang the theme to Animaniacs or cheer on the Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers. Maybe you'd watch reruns of The A-Team or tune into wrestling – whatever your indulgence was (not that you understood it as such back then).