Heartbreaker, soul shaker I’ve been told about you Shawshank, June 25, 2023 And the lord said, let there be sound… and the talk radio turned on, and the people awoke. We’re awake here at the Flat. The sun is starting to shine. The cats are in their own spaces. Pippin is at the back door, watching her queendom, and Chaucer is on the pirate chest, 1000 yard staring. He’s like me, he needs a couple minutes to wake up. Shortly after he wakes up, he’ll find a nice spot to take a nap. Yesterday was a blast. I think we hit almost every garage sale in town. Crystal won the TinyTown lottery, and got a few nice sheets, and I think two table cloths to make into cool pants. We also got a baking dish. Ooh! And a great little sewing basket for Crystal to put in all her bits and bobs into. She was also lucky enough to find a pair of Vibrams Five Fingers running shoes – IN HER SIZE! I didn’t find anything that I just had to have. That’s ok, I wasn’t looking for myself. I was on the lookout for fabric for Crystal. I did find a soft cover New Moon. I had to walk to the car, and check my notes. I did it need the softcover, I need a hardcover. So I left it. I think if I’m going to get another set – it’ll be the white set. We did find a cookbook that Crystal will probably send down to her mom. It’s a collection of recipes from homemakers clubs in Saskatchewan for the provinces golden jubilee. There’s some scary-ass recipes in there. I called out a couple, and Crystal came over and took a picture, and sent it to her mom. It’s from 1955, and was made to look like a group of women hand wrote it. I think Crystal said lithograph. But I could be wrong. There’s always room for jello Mimeograph. That’s what she said. Well, it’s chore day here. I’ll be starting that in a little while. Just the normal stuff. It shouldn’t take too long to complete. Just a little time consuming. But it’s easy – put stuff in to the washer. Washer, washes, dryer dries. Good times, amirite? Life blogbloggerchore daycoffeejournallazy SundaymorningsTinyTown
Life Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s and each night begins a new day November 12, 2025 Podrick, while being good, and letting me sleep, was an asshole as well. Crystal got out of bed to see what the hell he was doing, and he was eating the dried pasta that was to be for dinner last night. We changed our mind, and had something different. We… Read More
Life Couldn’t see the ground somebody help me June 17, 2025 The alarm didn’t have to go off. I knew it was time. It was three minutes before my alarm went off. I lurch out of bed, trying to figure out fading dreams. I was on the run. I met up with Crystal, and someone else later on. It was like… Read More
Life These so-called vacations will soon be my death. I’m so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest February 15, 2025 Good morning y’all. It’s a little warmer today than it was yesterday. But I think it supposed to get just a little colder until the end of next week, and then it’ll hit freezing I think – before the wind, of course! I woke up early. It was shortly after… Read More
Good morning, and welcome to the weekend, part 2. I’ve been sort of awake for a while now, waking up sometime around sunrise, struggling to focus on my earbuds and my music. I was a little warm, but not to a point I wanted or needed to get out of bed. Chaucer snuggled up for a while. Pippin stayed in the other room. Saturday was good to us. Shawshank made us coffee and I assumed my human form early. Around 9am, we headed out to Shady Acres to pick up his mom. We toured the town and hit about 15+ yard sales. I ended up with stuff at the very first stop. We left a lot of things that we liked, but just don’t have space for or weren’t in need of. Sadly, we didn’t find anything for Shawshank, but I came home with: wicker sewing basket and some elastic 2 very large white tablecloths 2 sheets, from the 60’s and 90’s(?) a pair of Vibram Five Fingers shoes a 1955 Saskatchewan cookbook a Nordic Ware baking pan About 10 minutes after we bought the tablecloths, I realized I could probably tie-dye whatever clothes come out of them, which means even more fun for me. When we got home, I ironed the sheets and moved a bunch of sewing supplies into the basket. Shawshank played some Tears of The Kingdom while I sorted and organized my fabric stash bag. We continued to support local businesses, and went out to eat at the restaurant for a second time this week. Normally, we only do Fridays, but dinner was on the house on Friday night, so we went in yesterday. But why did we eat for free on Friday? We had no fucking clue. Shawshank tried to pay on Friday, the waitress said it was taken care of. The owner had left word that we weren’t to be charged, saying Shawshank had helped her out during the week. He protested a bit because he had no idea what he had done to help. The owner was in yesterday, and Shawshank thanked her but admitted he had no idea what he had done. It turned out she had left her wallet when she went to the grocery store and someone else had paid for hers. She thought it was Shawshank. It wasn’t. We all got a good laugh out of how it all turned out. I charged almost all of the poi, and went outside for an hour. Shawshank manned the playlist. I streamed, but I used the front-facing camera on the Pixel 4 and the quality was awful. Regardless of which phone I use outside, I really need to use the rear camera when I stream after dinner. The front cameras suck. @poptartapocalypse #poi #ledpoi #flowarts #flowartsmovement ♬ Batdance – Prince https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js Today, we’re going to Shady Acres for dinner. The rest of the day is ours to do nothing with. Reply