Christmas had a high of 63 degrees. It was overcast; raining. New Year’s Eve. It’s 60 degrees; sunny with clear skies. It’s interesting when the weather doesn’t reflect our moods, attitude or life circumstance. I think we typically align ourselves with the weather.
I must say I’m feeling out of wack, with tornado watches issued shortly before noon Sunday, for the areas including, the western region of my mental health and the northern portions of my ability to deal rationally with my disconcerted precarious emotional situation.
What do they say though, tomorrow is a new day? Sleep on it? The glass is half full? I’ll get another shot at this tomorrow.
It’s supposed be a high of 61 degrees with only a 20% chance of rain.
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It was fifty one here today. Last year, this time we were under a foot of snow. So I took advantage of the temperatures to finish building a chest of drawers I started in 2004. It started as an entertainment center camoflauged as a wardrobe in 2004. I made it all wrong and parts of it broke. Then my world fell apart and I dragged it from house to house like a corpse for the last six years. It sat in a basement untouched. Then it got tossed into a barn. Then I dragged it into my workshop last summer to take up space, piss me off and remind me that things started have to be finished. Which I did today, even though this piece has tried to kill me more than once.
The entertainment center camoflauged as a chest of drawers wound up as a chest of drawers. Put my maker's mark on it, copyrighted the design and said goodbye to the last strand that links this life to my last.
Happy New Year John! Best wishes for a prosperous 2012! Keep up the good work!
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