Raising Dough$ with Grandmother’s Recipes I’ve been baking. Not sourdough, because that’s not my current thang...I’ll leave that up to daughter who is the queen of the sourdough. My covid dough belly and hips attest to that. Grrr. Nevertheless this weekend she baked or rather we did, to raise dough$ for the Sustainable Food Center … Continue reading Days of my Life #53
Song in my head: Tossing n Turning There’s always a reason stuff pops in my head when I first awaken. This time it’s obvious. I went to sleep itchin and a scratchin this annoying spot at my left wrist where some little hungry insect stuck their pointy fangs in me. Am I that tasty? Naw. … Continue reading Days of my Life #40
What do you know? I’ve already had my cup of “why bother” this morning! I’m awake in a quiet home. (Grandson is still asleep). The dogs have been fed. Robin’s egg is safely tucked away in my cleavage. I’m almost afraid to disrupt the silence, but I have a building urge to belt out some … Continue reading Days of my Life #12
I give up. I’m never going to have a normal sleep cycle ever again. It’s 6 am which admittedly is better than 2 or 3, but I’d like more sleep in one chunk, since I fell asleep after midnight and I need to hold onto as much collagen as I can. But who am I … Continue reading Days of my Life #7
Janet Bernson April 7; 2020 Imagine being rudely awakened by the sound of a dog puking. Yep, that just happened.But that’s not a big deal since I’ve been avoiding cleaning my floor like the plague. Now I have the opportunity to mop up the yuck splattered upon my oh so cool, artistically stained by me, … Continue reading Days of my life #2
Janet Bernson April 6, 2020 Awake again. Is this my new covid-19 inspired circadian rhythm ? Well poo! I really would like to sleep some more since my damn dreams are so friggin crazy! Wow! I can’t believe I haven't used shit or fuck yet. Oops. Okay I’m normal and not speaking abhorrently. This must … Continue reading Days of my life #1
My dreams are having a hard time differentiating reality and fantasy. Yes, I know, having studied sleepy time dreams of ride the rainbow elephants across possible planes of existence, their meaning, REM sleep patterns, out of body experiences, etc., I am aware we often are using our dreams to work though the challenges of unreal … Continue reading Is there No Escape???
I’m sitting, drinking a loaded decaf coffee (almond milk and brown sugar - gawd I am decadent) at a round table for four at the Flightpath Coffee Shop. While is most definitely not Quacks, It is a decent coffee and snack place on Duval here in Austin. I have been joined by a woman who … Continue reading Another Day – Another Coffee Shop
Yeah, yeah, some of you may know about my work, transforming trash into art, http://www.janetbernson.com (plug) but perhaps you are unaware of the real reason I make my art? I’ll explain as best I can. I am a died in the organic, sustainably raised, sheared by hand, wool environmental activist nut-job, at least that’s what … Continue reading Talking (about) Trash – It’s in our hands, stupid.