When I was working the days where always too long, too much time for work and chores and too little time for rest and fun. It was not that I didn’t like to work, I loved my job, it was just that I had to work with very toxic people and that ruined it for me. Completely. I never managed to get some sort of balance into it. Now I’m retired and something funny happened. The days are too short, there is more fun stuff than day. *gasp* Ya I know, right? We get up at around 7 (no alarm clock, we just wake up) and first thing we do even before the first coffee is walkies, then coffee for me and breakfast for the dog. After that it’s usual chores, whatever pops up. Around noon we have some sort of lunch (Ami gets her cow ear) and right after we go on walkies again. The noon walk is usually the longest walk of the day. When we come home it’s about 2 pm, I get a coffee and think, heck where did the day go. Time for other fun stuff, and that is where the trouble start. What do I want to do? Crochet? Knitting socks? Pixel some? Play a game? Fool around in Inkscape for a bit? You see where that leads, right? Around 6 I start dinner and after food it’s walkies again. Poof day gone.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I actually feel blessed to have a life filled with so much fun stuff and activity, I’m just amazed how things can change. From meh way too long to yay can I have more hours. If I find another hobby I’m in trouble simply because I have no idea where I should stuff it. Maybe stop sleeping?
What’s your favorite place to spend the weekend? One of my favorite places is Valheim. It wasn’t love on first sight, not at all. At first I didn’t liked it at all. I found the graphics rather meh and I was dead all the time. A few month and a bunch of YouTube videos later I gave it another try and I’m glad I did. Yes, at first the graphics look rather meh, especially when you come from games like FF XIV or WoW, but they will grow on you and the world around you will make up for it. They managed to capture a truly magical atmosphere. And there is so much you can do, build a town, go and explore the world, on foot and boat, slaughter meanies on the way. You can craft or just do some mindless farming. And everything you do not want in a game, like rude people and absurd micro transactions is simply not there. This is the first game in a long time that makes me forget my surroundings since ages.
In about 3 weeks they will drop a big content patch. We’ll get new roof tiles and lots of new decoration items. Especially the new shingles are gorgeous. I’ll have to redo all my buildings and build new ones of course . . . gods, the day just doesn’t have enough hours when you having, right?
So I was doing the weekly grocery today. Due to renovation work my usual grocery market is closed for a few weeks and so I have to go to the local Aldi. As every week I needed my crispbread. I was standing in front of the shelve and there where two brands standing side by side (ya, there isn’t much of a choice when you buy at Aldi, that’s why I don’t like to go there, but that is not the point). One brand was from a traditional Swedish company. They do nothing than crispbread (tons of different types) since 1919. So you bet, they know their stuff. The packaging is just paper. The other brand is Aldis “own” production (Aldi did not make it and you can’t really tell where it is coming from, so could be a really bad source), organic, looked really yummi, lots of seeds on every slice. I can tell because it was packed in plastic (you know how much I hate plastic, right).
Now something amazing happened, despite my mistrust for Aldi owned brands and hate for plastic I reached for the organic crispbread, simply because it is organic. That lasted about five seconds and then my mind beat my instinct and I looked at the nutrition values of both products. Oh boy, I was in for a huge surprise.
One slice of the Swedish crispbread has 8 g carbs, one slice of the organic Aldi own brand has 35 g carbs!!! What the heck! Seriously Aldi? And there I thought it’s impossible to screw over crispbread, but it seems you even managed that. I’m so glad my regular grocery market reopens next week.
Ssshhhhh it’s me, Ami. My hooman is out for grocery and I’m using the chance to hop on her computer to get some dog stuff done, you know, like ordering toys and snacks at Amazon, stare at yummi bulldog boys (no I did not drool all over my hoomans keyboard thingy and broke it) and talk about something that really bothers my on my hoomans blog. Yes I know, it’s not nice to use her computer when she isn’t home and I really would like my own Mac Book but she told me, before that would happen we would either need to win the lottery or make a big inheritance from a yet unknown rich uncle from America or get a sponsorship from Apple. She also told me that neither of these things would ever happen. Pffft hoomans *rollseyes*, right?
Anyhow, I wanted to talk about something totally different. Now imagine the the following: you just rolled out of your bed and your hooman takes you out on your first walkie of the day. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and you walk towards your favorite patch of pasture (and believe me, in the city those are kind rare) for an early morning sniff and . . . what the fuck is that?! . . . someone did not clean up after their doggo again. That is not only gross, it also shows a major lack of respect and responsibility and it’s a health issue. Pawrents who refuse to clean us after their doggo should not have a doggo at all. Letting that stuff lay around in the scenery ruins it for everybody else. A lovely patch of pasture turns into a shit hole just because you are too lazy to do your job. And it’s not even hard, doesn’t take a minute. Pick it up and toss the bag into the next bin or take it home to put it in the bin there. Do not even think about throwing that bag into the hedge. That would be totally intolerable!
Cleaning up after your doggo is a matter of respect, respect for your own dog and yourself, respect for other dogs (they want to sniff through that patch of pasture too without stepping in other dogs shit) and respect for other people. Just do the right thing, even when nobody can see you and clean it up. And maybe you even think about getting the right bags. Don’t take those nasty plastic bags, go for bags made from corn starch. Yes, they cost a few cent more, but it’s the right thing to do.
Oh, I think my hooman is coming home. Do not tell her that I was here. I swear, if you do, I will have to chew up your favorite shoe! Be safe and have a pawesome day!
Every Sunday morning I draw one single tarot card for the new week. I write down what I got and at the end of the week I can check back and see if it was a match or totally bogus. It’s fun and brings a positive aspect to the week. Now this morning I was told “Do what you love”. I took that advice to heart and decided to start pixeling again. Yes I know, nobody is into this cute country stuff anymore or even just pixel painting. But that is not the point. The point is, that I enjoy it very much and I love cute stuff (there is enough harsh dark stuff out there already, we do not need more of that). Before we where hit by social media these kind of graphics where a thing. We did our WP themes with them, sigtags, avatars, some used them for scrap booking or to print stickers and I even knew one lady who turned them into cross stitch patterns. The pixel community was large, creative and vibrant, social media just killed it off. I miss those days and I wonder what happened to all those girls.
Well, I drew this lil guy a few years ago but never really put him to use. He might end up as a header piece for next summer. Be safe and have a pawesome day.