Questionable Drivers and Crockpots (Chapter 6B)
Saturday Chapter of Joy in Spite of Stoopidity
Framed Joy
I had plans for today’s Framed Joy. And as I went about trying to accomplish them: failure. Stoopid.
So I grabbed the oil pastels, that I haven’t used in eons, and started off with simple flowers. Then an abstracty kind of landscape reminiscent of Sedona’s beauty. And then a star because I started thinking about how the wise men must have felt when they saw this attention-grabbing light appear in the darkness.
I’ve been dealing with some health issues that have me feeling meh, but as I started just doing art, without an end goal, I realized that my “meh” was feeling a little more uplifted. A bit more joy-full. And, while I am not rejoicing exceedingly with great joy (because the strength and energy to do so is elusive, lol), I am thankful to the Father for reminding me of things like the gift of art, that brighten up my dreary days.
Kristin
Stoopidity Noticed
not sleeping well
laundry
the last shred of faith I had in drivers was demolished by someone going the wrong direction at a round-about
My turkeys this year were obstinate, not wanting to thaw or cook!
Not getting to see any holiday events the weekend after Thanksgiving. Sigh. I wanted to.
I do not like the cold weather.
Joy Noticed
I noticed the person going the wrong way at the round-about before we met nose to nose
laughter being a regular part of work…like every day, multiple times
starting to count down to when the kids gets here
Friday is a office-closed vacation day but it feels like Saturday!
Turkey is better the next day in the crockpot; a no-cooking day!
Pet sitting the neighbor cats that are so unique from the dogs I love in that they almost do not care for the presence of their human kindness except for the food. It cracks me up.
Cats are so funny. Most people didn't even know we had a cat. She harassed the heck out of Princess - lying in wait.😄 But she did sense when any of us were sick and she'd always jump up and lay on the bed with whoever it was. As far away as possible on the bed, but present nonetheless.