I had an idea for a quilt this week, and it looked good on the graph paper, but I was still anxious to see how it would actually turn out.  Sometimes things just don’t translate.  I keep looking at it, trying to decide if it’s a keeper.  I think probably.  But with different shades next time.  That green in the middle bothers me.  And I don’t know about that green on the very outside.

I really need a sponsor.

Other than my husband.

I’d like to learn Hebrew.

This stock looks good, doesn’t it?   Or does it not?  I think it does.  At least, I think I think.

Finished writing the end of my book this week.  Problem is I have huge gaping holes and cracks in the middle that need filled and glued.  It’ll happen.  Trying to believe that, trust God for words.

Wish I could be in a really convenient running club.  Wish a whole group of people would run up the wretched mountain road to my house every day or two and fetch me to jog.  It would be awesome and I’d give everybody…water…and…Mentos…and maybe hugs.

And they’d stretch with me and make me hold it longer than 5 seconds.  And they’d all be really really nice and know first aid and tell me all the time You can do it! and Yeah, that’s the way! and carry my inhaler and Benadryl for me.  And afterward we’d all do a perfectly synchronized dance to Intergalactic, because Beastie Boys would be all of our favorite band.  To run to.

Keeping on hoping.

Just me.  Up here on a mountain hoping.

Bye.