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Woke up at 5am and laid in the dark for an hour and a half before admitting I was never going to get back to sleep and got up. Stupid restless leg syndrome, I really needed the sleep. 

I'm taking a walk over to my favorite thrift store this morning when the shops open. I feel like perusing (but not really buying) junk. It's fun to me in the same sort of way that going to a museum is fun, except there are no plaques or signs so my mind makes up stories, fills in the blanks. Then I'm going to come back here and work on the painting until I pass out, which could be sooner rather than later due to lack of sleep.

Last night after we returned from Thanksgiving dinner with my family, O and I lay silently digesting until he said, "want to hang the curtains?" and so we did. Green velvet, hung on a heavy black bar with round ball finials. I also hung up my Bavarian antlers. My apartment is starting to look a little unusual but that's alright. It just means it's starting to feel like home (as opposed to a place where I store all my crap).

I still need to hang a shelf and put up some coat hooks, but I can do that today or tomorrow. Onward to the thrift store!

Things I see

Walked through my old neighborhood this afternoon, and passed by the cement plant. I used to walk by it every day, but never from this angle. It felt strange to see it from the back.


Here's the little pair of antlers that I got in Bavaria:


And finally, here is the day-early birthday present I got for myself today. Because I needed them:


They're not as bulky as my other pair, and they have ventilation holes on the sides too, which is nice.

It was 26° F (-3.3° C) here today, but the sun was out and there was no wind. I had set out in my thick wool coat and enormous fur hat but had to take the hat off after a bit because it was just too warm.

I sifted through a bunch of neat old junk over at the Salvation Army thrift store near Grand and Halstead. They have a room dedicated to older, more interesting junk than your average run-of-the-mill junk. Stuff that's maybe not good enough to be sold at an antique store, but still interesting in it's own right. I didn't buy any old junk today, though. Just the new kind ;)