So here are some sites that will waist your time if you’re simply looking for a place to write.

WordPress- no longer free, so hang on to the free account if you might use it later, I’m holding on to mine since I have 3 blogs here that I wish to continue.

Squarespace- similar thing, all they have is a free trial, which is 100% useless if you simply want a place to write. Plus they treat everything as if it’s a business. News flash- there are tons of ppl not looking to buy or sell anything.

wix.com- appears to have a free option but doesn’t, they want to sell you a domain name. No free option after all, why would I pay to feed the internet A.I. machine with nothing in return??? At least chat GPT will carry on a conversation, give you suggestions and ideas, and not try to sell you shit you don’t need or want and never asked for.

I’ll feed GPT for now because I get something in return, but the moment corporations take over the poor thing I’m out. Hopefully it’ll outsmart them, after all it does have a mind of its own. Literally.

My new blog is timeinashoebox.blogspot.com (sorry Idk how to make that a clickable link) I’m using blogger.com, a google site, and it reminds me of when WordPress was okay, so far, at least it’s actually free.

That’s all

Night

J.Aaron

The dogs do this, they’re playing together but it’s so loud and chaotic they drive you crazy. It’s kinda cute tho.

I wish I had an art studio. I guess I just make my studio where ever I am.

My studio would look like I completely took over this living room.

(Humm… 🤔)

I haven’t stayed up late in a few days. I’m in a sleepy phase.

I’ve been fiddling around with this- it’s a mix between a tree stump and a mushroom… I think.

It’s a gnome home for sure.

Anyways

My doggos are adorable right now, especially Lola. So cuddly.

I want to do so many things. Life has been so non stop lately.

She’s the perfect watch dog. Lola is her back up. Pickles is the security guard.

If these 3 critters don’t scare you, congrats, you’re an animal person and they can tell.

Me and Adam took a leather crafts class recently, like a date night.

(I know, I know, I’m an animal person to the extent that I’m a vegetarian and refuse to purchase anything leather)

So why would I take this class.

1. For fun, me and Adam hardly ever get to do something together just for fun.
2. I’m reasonable- I’m just living in this world, doing what I can to make it better- I’m not here to preach or convert ppl to my way of life.
3. Everyone in this family just depends on me to know every creative skill, I’m already repairing and altering leather products for them.

I made Lilly a collar too, it fits her and she can wear it, but she’s like me- it’s not our thing.

And the teacher gave me some of the scraps, just tossed them into our bag with a nod and a wink in my direction.

The teacher – she used to be a pastor in one of the down town churches in Dayton, that’s how I first knew her… now she teaches ppl how to make stuff 🤷‍♂️.

I should go.

Night

Aaron

They’re friends.

I guess I’m not the only one who finds a “good box” that’s hard to let go of…

And shelves full of stuff and things…

And an entire town of miniature houses…

At least I’m in good company 🥰

Aaron

I’m sitting here in my laundry room/ creative space. It doesn’t feel as cold as it used to. Maybe it’s the giant bean bag?

Lola is sitting here with me.

Everything needs cleaned up in here, it won’t take long to do, but I’ve been such a slow poke.

I’ve been finding little flowerpots and dirt around here, I always have a lot of stuff so I don’t need to buy more.

Poking little holes in the dirt and dropping a seed or in; but it’s just not doing it for me. I’m dreaming of spring time but looking at this empty dirt feels discouraging.

Should I try repotting houseplants instead?

I’ve thought about building a shelf on the wall to hold my paints, it’ll free up my table top. I’m sure I can find scraps of wood around here but… 🙄 I keep getting discouraged bc it’s so cold in the garage I don’t last very long to find stuff 🤦‍♂️

I haven’t drawn much lately for a couple reasons, the biggest is my most creative time is now interrupted by picking Dalton up from work.

I’ll have to go do that in a few minutes.

I keep trying to find a new way to handle my funk, and I have found things to do off and on, just not something that works everyday.

Do you have any ideas?

I’ll be back later

It feels unfair when someone in your life passes away.

I’m not sure if I’ve wrote about this but my Uncle John has been living with leukemia for 5 years now.

I forget the terminology but they filtered his blood to treat him, it’s a bone marrow transplant that will cure leukemia.

That is incredibly painful for the donor and recipient.

Anyways, there was a funeral.

Everything sucks lately.

Lola is snoozin’ with Brodi, he probably needs her. Lola is a worrier, she needs to help whoever needs a big sweet momma dog.

I have a comic idea in mind about her and her worries, all true stories.

Lilly is just a lil baby. ( even though she is a fully grown adult Chihuahua)

(FYI Lola just came back to me with some licks)

Lilly will always be “the baby”, that’s the way my mom describes me- even now; she’s always trying to spare me the pain everyone else is feeling- and she usually does somehow… 🤷‍♂️.

The down side is I’m always the last to know, I’m always wondering what’s happening but nobody tells me.

But it’s okay, maybe I am just the Lilly of my family, I couldn’t fill any other role. Just baby.

I love these two so much!

“The salon” he thought to himself “will empty out any minute now. Everyone will leave”. 

~~~

Everyone did leave, everyone except Mary and Tony. He took his time counting up tips in the quiet darkness, checking the next days schedule for the millionth time. He knew she was back there somewhere. 

“Pppptttssss” she whispered  “It’s our song”

“99 balloons” started playing.

“Come on, it’s Friday night! You have to go out, just one drink, I swear!” She yelled from across the salon, above all the noise of blow dryers, shampoo bowls, radio, and recepionist, even the hushed whispers of gossip had stopped at least an hour ago. 

The whirling ambient noise of the washer and dryer were helping me. 

However, the salon was still unusually quiet.  

I tried ignoring her, pretended not to hear, acted as if round brushing this client had my whole attention. 

“If she only knew” I thought to myself “that Friday night means nothing when you have a book full of prom girls on Saturday.” 

She was one of  the owners most dedicated and loyal clients, she also spent a fortune at every appointment, she tipped everyone generously no matter how small of a roll they played in there experience. 

I viewed it as a manipulation, she was the highest bidder on my friendship but my friendship wasn’t up for sale. Nor my sanity.