I Finished It

I can't believe it but I actually listened to all 48 hours and 7 minutes of Barbra Streisand's autobiography. It was a monumental listen and, while I wasn't riveted, for some reason I had to finish it. All I can say is, unless you're a superfan, skip it. That is one driven and opinionated woman.

 

For most of the afternoon I watched Ad School Profit Challenge videos. He remade them since the last time I watched them. They're shorter and have a little new info, so I made a couple new ads and learned a few new things. I had to relearn other things, like that I had to enable an extension in Chrome to get one of the tools to work. That only took me uninstalling it and reinstalling it before I checked the settings and flicked one toggle to make it work. *head, slap* I figure I have to be up on the Ad School stuff because I've got a group coaching session scheduled for Monday with a coach who will look over my ads dashboard and give me suggestions on improving things. Part of me is looking forward to it and the other part of me is dreading it.

 

Mm, lime jello. The perfect late night snack. So cool, jiggly, and refreshing. Lime is my favorite flavor of jello.

 

I painted this watercolor of forsythia this morning. It's a style she calls "atmospheric." I'm not sure I like it, but it's less rigid than my usual painting so it's a learning process. KA gave each of us a painting book at her workshop in May and this is from the one I chose. I like to paint flowers and it was the only one with them. The lady who the books belonged to had a whole stack of books by this author/artist so I'm guessing she was a fan.

 

I didn't spend much time staring out the patio door today so there aren't any wildlife pictures. And I only spent about an hour working on story starts. I added a little bit to one about a woman and a bear and it might be finished but it's pretty short, maybe too short to put on Substack. Or maybe not. I can call it Flash Fiction and get away with it. 

Tomorrow is the 7th anniversary of Durwood's death. I think of him nearly every day but with fondness now rather than sadness. Sometimes it seems like yesterday that he was here making me smile but other times I can hardly remember the times we struggled. He was one in a million. I was so lucky.

--Barbara