I was thrilled to find a colour-by-numbers colouring book at Indigo, as I’d asked for a new set of pencil crayons and got those from Luke.  As I sat here colouring like a lunatic for the past several days I wondered if this was it, is this my life?  Playing YouTube videos of Karens losing their minds while colouring?  Thankfully, no. And where did I get this new inspiration?  From one of the annoying ads on YouTube.

Here’s what I’m going to try to do.  You know how I’m much too lazy to write a novel or memoir, so imagine my joy at hearing “you don’t even have to know how to write” for this idea.  Allegedly people are crazy for Amazon’s Kindle books, and so one can produce these with little effort.  So little one of the companies suggests letting AI write the thing for you!

A lazy writer’s dream, non?  Of course, what gets me every time is the technology, but for once I’m not going to allow that to stop me.  I have an idea for a kid’s book and will start with that, and then see how it goes.  If it really is as easy to produce these as implied from the YouTube videos I’ve been watching, then surely The Laziest Human on Earth can do it.

I’m not going to get my hopes up about myself though as I’ve disappointed myself many times in the past.  However, if there’s anyone I can thank for the little ability I do have to get things done is my old mom.  I worked for her in her fruit stand from age 13 to 19 and if you know mom, you’re shuddering as you read this.  But it sure did make other jobs and bosses super easy.

And speaking of mom we’re still hoping she’ll be around to celebrate being in her 100^th year which will be one day after she turns 99 on February 25^th.  If she continues to make it we want to hold a 100^th year celebration in the summer, so fingers crossed.  Yesterday she said she fell, didn’t hurt herself but couldn’t get up.  I said if only you had that alert button and she reiterated she certainly wasn’t paying $40 a month for that.

I’m in the process of burning off a wart with wart remover and it certainly doesn’t work like the liquid nitrogen the doc puts on them.  You can probably tell I’m growing far more resigned to the aging process as more strange things pop up on the old carcass.  Why I even care I don’t know but somehow the image of the wart-covered witch comes to mind.

I’m not interested in making any New Year’s Resolutions, because see above.  I’m just thankful I have a daily yoga habit because I enjoy the sessions with Adriene on YouTube.  Otherwise I really can’t seem to make myself do what appears to be the simplest of things, such as wing some of these weights around for a few minutes a day.  I own weights and a band, and why?  They remain safely tucked in the closet.

And then I spoil myself senseless at times.  I’d bought two lobster tails which I made for dinner last night dipped in masses of melted butter and today it’s a steak topped with prawns and Bearnaise sauce.  But if I don’t do it, who will?  Right?

But oh well, 2024 here we come. A resolution that I could perhaps make and keep, is to buy less, even if it’s a five dollar Liz Claiborne top at thrift.  Just stop it.