15 minutes a day

An old friend stopped by yesterday and wowed me with a beautiful and haunting song she wrote.  I knew girlfriend could sing, but was even more impressed with her comfort and prowess on the guitar.  It's been years since I played regularly. "15 minutes a day" is what she said, passed down from another musician.  I have a long list of 15 minutes a day activities - 15 minutes of exercise, 15 minutes of cleaning, 15 minutes of uninterrupted playing with the trains or trucks, etc. It seems so easy...

Starting tomorrow, 15 minutes a day, everyday.

PS if you live in Central Vermont, you may want to check out The Break Maids. Class act all the way.

Feeling negative

The Aftermath

Our dough was fairly successful. I followed the recipe but forgot to sift the cream of tartar with the flour.  Is this why we needed an extra 1/2 of water and then an extra dash of flour to sop it up?

Not sure Pantone ever named this color.

Eventually we got over the yukky hands factor.

And fun was had by all.

Soundtrack: Jack Johnson - Sleep Through the Static: Remixed

  If you like Jack Johnson then you've heard it all before. And if you like Jack Johnson you won't mind because it all sounds good. Love the If I Had Eyes Remix although it reminds me of The Cure (happy Cure as opposed to sad Cure). Check it.

In the beginning...

So I have a day off from work and I'm up before the family. Pick up the dried rice and beans scattered on the living room floor?  Get a head start on the never ending pile of laundry?  Grade papers?  No, let's start a blog instead. Eli's got his own blog which we never add to (something else to do today?) but perhaps this can be for both of us.

Today we shall make play-doh. Off to Pinterest for a recipe.