Bored. I am boredboredbored. I think I wouldn't have minded having a few quiet
weekends in a row, normally, but at the moment, a "quiet weekend" translates as
one where I have nothing to do but exactly what I've been doing during the week,
except with Rudder's company. Or I would have his company, except that he's spent
some time at work both yesterday and today. He's promised to come home by noon, so
that we can do something, but I can't seem to think of much I want to do. We've
done most of the indoor stuff in town, and it's still too damn hot to go hiking or
riding or climbing outdoors.
I did just check the local listings and
there is a Cider Festival we could go see, or a County Fair in a town far enough
up in the mountains that the temperature might be tolerable, and an exhibit that
might be interesting at the Science Museum. I suppose any one of those might be
ok. Rudder was even desperate enough for ideas to suggest hanging out in a mall,
which he likes a lot less than I do, but it's no fun when you're trying not to
spend money. Half the fun of window shopping, I think, is to know you could buy
something if you absolutely fell in love with it.
This is one of the
reasons I'd like to move somewhere else. I sort of feel like I've drained the
juice from Phoenix and it's time for a new place. Plus, of course, there's the
heat.
Just to keep this entry from being entirely negative, I do have
one bit of good news. I wore the beaded necklace I made to a party last night, and
someone asked me to make her one just like it. I told her I would, and just charge
a few dollars more than the materials cost me. I don't think it would be possible
to make a living doing this, but it might be a way to fund a hobby. I've decided
that I will never make two pieces of jewelry exactly alike (not counting pairs of
earrings) but hers will be similar to mine.