Letter #10

Dear Dad,

It's been a heck of a day.  I don't even know why.  I've been busy all day, off and on.  And pretty happy to boot.  Mom and I are going shopping in Olympia tomorrow, which we hardly ever do.  There's a blood test first at PacLab, then to McDonald's for breakfast, then to a couple places in town, then to Elma.  I've never been to the General Store there.  Apparently they have fabric and other craft supplies at a good price.  Then lunch, then Olympia.  OK, I'm already tired and we haven't left yet.  :)

Here's a picture of my cat, Betty Boop.  She only looks pissed off because she was taking a nap and I decided to take pictures of her.

She looks like a bad luck black cat, doesn't she?  You can see her brown underfur underneath the black because she was in a sunbeam.  She's really a sweetheart.  You would like her.  She would like you too.

So, I turned my Daily Planner into a creative record of my life (eventually).  This is what I did late last night.  I put a sheet of lined paper behind each day's schedule.  This is for writing a couple pages every morning.  I have terrible handwriting so I may end up typing the pages.  I put a piece of neon orange cardstock in front of this week and 3-hole punched it so it would fit in my binder.  This is to tape photos, cutouts, ephemera, etc. onto, or glue them.  Plus stickers!  I did my writing for today, but I haven't added anything to the orange paper.  I have a different neon color paper for the rest of this month's weeks.  I also added the calender back in and the other stuff that was in my old planner. 

So what about the Visual Journal I started this year?  I haven't quite decided what to do with it.  If I should work on it one day a week or what.  I feel like everything is spread out in a million notebooks right now.  Fragmented.  Not a good feeling.

Here's a better picture of Betty:

I was in the way of her sunbeam there. 

I've always wanted to walk into a church and yell, "You must not read from the book!"  That's a movie reference, The Mummy.  Cracks me up every time I think about it. 

Chris is watching the boob tube.  Betty's on his bed.  Mom is reading a James Patterson book.  I'll try not to get too exhausted tomorrow.

Sweet dreams!

LOVE

Anne