No Place To Go

 Have you ever felt an urge to just move someplace or change your life into something else but have no idea where or what? There must be a name for it. 

Ah! The word wanderlust just popped into my brain. The feeling is along those lines except you don’t feel like traveling a lot. It is similar to feeling burn out. 

Maybe I’m burned out being elderly!? Nah. I think with all the creative things I have to do, I need a hobby focused on self-improvement. I didn’t get far learning Chinese. Maybe trying Irish will help.

The Asters & the Bumble Bee

 Sitting on the porch for a while when I arrive home is what I like to do, no matter what the weather is like. I put the aster plant (i thought was a mum) on the chair beside me. I hear a buzzing going on. This is what I saw.

Common Eastern Bumble Bee

Make-up, Apples & Old Things

At the bottom of a make-up bag, there’s always ancient things I haven’t used in ages. Creams, masques, lipsticks and such have shelf life. If I can’t remember when I bought it or last used it, then in the trash it goes. 

My recent thrift store find is a lovely apple peeler gadget. Dutch apple pie is on my mind. I also want to freeze chopped apples to use instead of applesauce. 

I’ve had that paint scraper tool since early 1990s. I have others in various sizes. That one has an old friend vibe. 

Clearing out things brings with it a lot of memories. 

What is your oldest go to gadget?