Sometimes I hate being a Libra

One of the major negatives about many Libras is that they are indecisive and I have that shortcoming in spades. Maybe that's why I like random things so much.

The issue at the moment deals with my lampshades. In my living room, I have a table lamp, a floor lamp, two luminator-type lamps on the fireplace mantel and a little accent lamp. All of them are brass. The lampshades on them at the moment are self-adhesive shades. The idea is nifty. There's stickum on the outside of the shade and all you have to do is lay fabric or paper or whatever on it and it stays. Instant interior decorating!

Except that for the past two or three years since I got them, they've just had the white paper on them that is there when you buy them. The accent lamp has printed paper on the shade and around the base. (It allows you to decorate pretty much the whole lamp.)

I'm a crafty sort of person and I know how to do a lot of different things, which is really the source of my problem. I can't decide what to do with them. I could knit covers in lace or aran cables or any other knitting pattern. I could cross-stitch some pictures. I could learn a new craft and make paper (something that I've wanted to do for a long time). I could buy some handmade paper. I could get some parchment and use my printer to print out Shakespearean words/phrases/sonnets, printing in either gold color or black. I could just buy some fabric.

I suppose the problem is that I don't really have a style. Mostly it's decorated in "I've been sick for two years and the whole place is a wreck," which ought to be a clue to me that I need to take care of the wreckedness before I think about decorating my lampshades. And I'm doing that gradually, but I'd like to make a decision one way or another about what to do with the lampshades so I have something to focus on.

Maybe I should just make a list of the possibilities and go to random.org to get them to pick one for me.

Looking ahead

I've been thinking about what this blog should be. I'm not one to talk about the daily ins and outs of my life. There's nothing wrong with doing that and I often like to read what other people write, but it's just not me. So what's the point?

About 9pm every night, I am wiped out, falling asleep on the couch. I often have difficulty just getting through my brief bedtime routine. I drag myself into bed, turn out the light and suddenly I'm wide awake. Jim falls asleep pretty quickly, but I lie there in the dark for sometimes two or three hours, just thinking. My brain really starts working overtime about then and I get really philosophical.

I was thinking last night that I might just start writing out some of those thoughts. They're not fun, chatty things and it's likely that not very many people would like to read them. (Not that very many people come here anyway.) I think a lot about religion and politics and philosophy. Deep shit. ;-) But maybe if I write it out here I won't be thinking about it when I'm trying to sleep.

We'll see what happens. Maybe this'll end up just to be my own private diary, which is fine, too. I've never been one to keep a diary. I tried a number of times when I was a kid, but I just didn't have the discipline. And I won't do this every day either, but it's more likely that I'll make entries if I am willing to write about what I'm actually thinking about.

You have been warned. ;-)