Swap out

First thing I did back at work yesterday was swap out the Xmas end-caps. There was damn little display-worthy material to choose from because ever since Halloween we've focused too much on holiday crap. (It'll be different next year.)

I rounded up enough for an Animal theme--including leftovers from a big donation of owl items. And I added BOOKs. Yes!

I've seen other thrift stores match books to housewares, etc. I'm going to try sneaking some in... (Feels like sneaking because almost no one reads at my workplace.)
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There's almost no reason anyone would notice this neurotic switcheroo of mine, here:
after I once again exported posts from my newer blog, noodletoon, into my old blog, l'astonave, as I do every so often (to keep them together), I realized--finally!--that I could just SWAP urls!

The loss is, all the comments didn't transfer. They're back at the old noodletoon url--now gugeo.blogspot--which I didn't delete.

The gain is, all my history is in one place.
And I like this old format better. For instance, it shows the running count of each year's posts. This year I broke 300 for the first time since Covid year 2020.

In the 17 full-years I've blogged, I posted more than 300 times in eight. I love having all that self-written history--my own personal entries in the Mass Observation Project that blogging is.

(Is Blogger really going to remove all abandoned blogs? Wouldn't they be a sociological resource? The heyday of blogging is only maybe a dozen years? And while a probably most of them weren't brilliant, blogs caught they mood of the era.)

I've always been an archivist, even when I was little I helped my mother keep up with family photo albums. I love blogging as place to access personal history. What was I doing, who was around?

Who was bink's dog? She's had wire-fox terriers since 1999.
The current one is eleven-year-old Astro. The best! Here, biting the rope toy I gave him. Poster Boy for Xmas.

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I got my hair cut yesterday after work. Karla said of my self-administered cut, "There's a hair style in here, somewhere".
To find it, she cut my hair pretty short. No curls. I feel slightly sadly shorn. But I also feel---tra la, tra la--lighter! It's a relief to have no straggly hairs in my face.

I'm taking the bus to work in half an hour. It's warm enough to bike, but it rained yesterday (!) and I'm afraid the road's are too slick. I'd hate to wipe out and get injured. I'm just feeling strong again, from work.
(Karla told me her 72-y.o. friend John is in the best shape of his life because he started working in the Amazon warehouse. Ha!)

Not-eating added sugar is starting to feel normal. At first I was nervous and didn't eat ANY added sugar. But I've found that if I eat it in rare instances, it doesn't send me back to eating quarts of ice cream, as I'd feared it might.

I'm NOT adding in occasional treats--that would be disastrous for me, I know. I just mean, like, I'd asked Annette to bring fruit for Xmas Eve dessert, and she made a fruit salad with honey. It seemed rude and (hopefully) unnecessary to avoid it. Eating that was fine.

Heading into 2025, that's a big intention:
to stay off the white sugar (syrup, honey, fructose, etc.). 
And––to add in beautiful food, like I've been pondering.

I kinda forget that I DO like non-sweets. [eye roll]
bink and I stopped at Cecil's kosher deli the other day, and I bought turkey pastrami, cole slaw, and onion rolls. With horseradish mustard = The Best Sandwich! I'm drooling writing this.

What else...? Must ponder. I mean, messing with food is BIG enough, but I do like to think... What are my Soul Life intentions?

Do you set intentions?

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PS. Walking from the bus to work, I snapped this photo of my haircut. When Marz saw it last night she had said, “Princess Di”.