Oh, vile…

My chest is so vile today that even I don’t want to know me. Whatever you do, don’t allow me to tell you all about it.

I think I am supposed to be doing some work today so I’d best hie mesel off to the kitchen and fashion some lunch to have on hand. My heart is not in it. Whatever “it” may be. Anything. Everything.

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The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth. Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past. Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.

6 replies on “Oh, vile…”

  1. Kari, not entirely sure that you don’t have me confused with somebody else but thanks for the good wishes anyway – and apologies if I should know you but cannot bring the memory forward in my fever-fogged brain

    You are in Fife?

  2. We “e” met a long time ago on the UK altering Yahoo group. I have been out of the loop for ages now and just hunting down some fellow spinners/knitters online. I was delighted to read your news (and ogle your lovely knitting).

  3. Right – I was sat here thinking that the only Kari I know is Kari G***** – and that it wasn’t a fibre connection. I didn’t recognise the LJ account either. But if you are an inky tinker, then I know exactly who you are!

    I have been out of the loop for ages too but resurrected my Yahoo paper connections this very week. It must be in the stars or something. Maybe it’s the conjunction 🙂

    Good to see you anyway!

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