This is the hard 'C' post, pronounced 'K'.
Colour. This one is self-explanatory...wowsers. I love it!!
Christmas. Actually it's Winter, not Christmas. But that would ruin the alliteration. A great strippy quilt. This was fun to quilt.
Complaints. I'm running a personal challenge - 30 consecutive days with no complaints. This started on July 12th, and I'm now on my FIFTH start date. At this rate I will still be trying in 2022. Interestingly, the first two restarts were because I was trying to one-up somebody; "Hah, you think that's bad...". Also interesting is that not complaining (on those rare days when I seem able to do that) forces me to find a new way to talk about something. Instead of expressing a complaint I will talk about an issue with a view to correcting or eliminating the irritant. Mind you, any discussion around politics really does include complaints. So how I should handle that is a good question.
I had a few conversations with friends as to when something actually becomes a complaint. Is it when I think something, or only when I say something? And is stating a negative-fact (as in "you left a mess on the counter") also a complaint, or can that be reworded in such a way that it becomes a conversation topic rather than a complaint? Does the tone of voice dictate where that falls?
Most people I've mentioned this challenge to have been pretty intrigued with the notion, as in "why on earth would you do that?". 😆
Covid.
Ontario - 378 new cases on Saturday.
USA - averaging 100,000 new daily. In June they were 11,000 per day. Yikes. Delta variant.
World - 201.8 million cases, 4.3 million deaths.
Personally, hubby & I have had both shots and I am working my way back to normal. I've had a few customers who came in the house. I've had four restaurant patio meals. I had a friend over for dinner, and we have another couple coming here tonight for dinner. I've been away with the Beach Girls overnight. I'm getting a HAIRCUT next week. And as you will see in the pic below, I'm back to making the girls interesting cocktails. This time it was Rhubarb Martinis.
Please don’t ever stop writing this blog. I seriously need these laughs. Fifth start date. That just sounds so familiar. Everything else does, too. I think we could be friends.
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