Last night and the night before I watched episodes of The Brokenwood Mysteries. It is good, but not as good as Vera. And I’ve already watched all the Vera episodes.
Brokenwood is a little more in the “tongue in cheek” genre in my book. Sometimes I like something a bit more serious to watch. So I’ll be clicking through Netflix, Acorn TV & BritBox to see what looks good.
I watched a movie on Sunday on Netflix that starred Julianne Moore and Liam Neeson. It was pretty good, if a bit graphic.
I’m kind of itching for a new project, but I haven’t come up with one yet. I’d love to redo my counter tops again.
The counter tops still look fine after the paint kit I applied four years ago. Except for where I chipped it on the very edge when I dropped something heavy on it.
I saw one renter’s DIY somewhere on the internet that I really liked. They’d had thin wood pieces cut to size and tacked onto the original counter top and sides. It looked really nice.
But far beyond my skill set.
I don’t think I told you that last week when I was taking the trash out before I went somewhere that I absentmindedly threw my handbag in with it and didn’t realize it.
I then went home to get my keys and my hand bag was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t recall whether I had it with me when I took out the trash. I’m always lost in my thoughts.
After I couldn’t find it anywhere inside I walked with dread to the dumpster. Luckily it was right on top and not in any messy trash.
I’d just been told by my accountant the day before that my driver’s license was expired. I hadn’t noticed. It was a little over a month expired and I’d left his office and gone to the tag agency and gotten a new one.
Then I threw it in the trash with my hand bag the very next day. Sometimes I think I need a keeper.
I don’t always have my thoughts on what I’m doing. I’m always thinking, thinking, thinking. Pondering gardens and decorating projects and such.
Muddling along like I can chew gum and walk at the same time.
I started reading Wendy Walker’s “The Night Before.” Here’s a little teaser for you…
First dates can be murder.
Riveting and compulsive, national bestselling author Wendy Walker’s The Night Before “takes you to deep, dark places few thrillers dare to go” as two sisters uncover long-buried secrets when an internet date spirals out of control.