Though starting rather late, our cleaning for spring is advancing well
In my defense, it is difficult to forget that the season is not still winter
We drove to church in driving snow, the visibility poor, but we got there safely
This morning the sun is so bright, I cannot see, even just looking out the window. Inspiring!
There were a few scuffles in the parceling out of cleaning tasks, but all was peaceful by day’s end
Today is a grocery and baking day, hopefully with a nice corner to read in later, when I have earned it
Happy Monday! It has come again. I bid you a great one, or at least a peaceful one–oh, and did I mention I love the blues? (the music, not depression) I love them like I love a good haiku–sadness and hope in one tasty morsel. Time for coffee and breakfast!
I cannot hear your stories anymore, how you would repeat the same one over and over once the dimentia had got you. Now you are not here to ask about the parts I have forgotten. How come you told me five times and I cannot remember?
It is quiet now, and I miss your grace, your smiling face, your eyes that inspired trust.
Do not worry, I will keep feeding Frisky while you are gone.
a worn Bible sits
snow falls on the fence posts
her smile on dark days
For the uninitiated, the idea is to write a 50k word novel in 30 days
From the past ventures, I have 1 rough draft and two unfinished novels
I can’t seem to finish
Is this laziness, or was I built more for sprints than long distance running?
Not giving up
Besides I need a break from sewing these little felt things I’ve been poking at for months now.
I really thought the craft show would go better, but it takes time to get how it all works and how to market oneself, even at a 6×3 foot table
Even after sending gifts I still have a good hundred at least of these little felt Christmas ornaments and key chains. The majority are keychains.
If you hit me up in e-mail or my contact page, and paypal me 25 bucks, I’ll send you a dozen assorted little bears and hearts and things, (US only) and for another five bucks, I’ll throw in an original poem signed by me
I really do have to recoup some of my material costs
Then I will start again
On the positive side, my sewing skills are getting better, and I have many new projects for the coming year
I am getting a bit of arthritis, and I never will forget my mother telling me the secret is to keep your fingers busy
If you get idle, they will get gnarled up and not work anymore for you
If they are kept industrious, they still might get gnarly in time, but they won’t stop working, and that’s what I want.
After all, I could live to be a hundred
So it is monday again, and at my house that means gray and rain and talk of snow at the end of the week
Illinois folks learn to be resilient so we are geared up with our mittens and our ice scrapers and drive on without a thought about snow before Thanksgiving.
Not a thought
Enjoy your Monday! It is the only one that will ever be just like today.
Here’s some kind of chill groove I have been listening to while writing this morning
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
-Phil, Groundhog Day
One of my grown children has announced she might never return or at least live full-time again with four intense seasons like Chicago has. I think she meant winter.
It is clear that one’s tolerance or intolerance of winter is directly related to age of the car and ability to pay for good tires and repairs.
My body is confused about how to feel with yet another bout of warm weather in February. There is this ominous- how far is this climate change going to go- vs. hot damn it’s 65F, let’s go play!
Once a year I experience a walk through the first big snow. Can be very romantic – palpable -the crisp, clean feeling- the snow in my hair. Not being a ski-er or skater it loses it’s charm once I am driving.
If given the chance to move on, would I leave four seasons for year-’round warm weather? I’m not sure. I think winter makes spring that much sweeter.