The cloudy, rainy days get to me. Since the rain has paused, I went out to look for some cheer. I didn’t need a coat, though if were going for a walk I would have put on a sweater–or better yet, my rain slicker. This is what I found: Not bad for January 5! The grass is greener than ever and the driveway is, too(with moss)! Pretty soon the early blooms of spring will be out. Woohoo!!
This post is really me thinking/planning for the new year, which is as close as I get to resolutions. I’m making it public for a certain level of accountability. And, who knows, maybe someone else might find something helpful. Goals are not, never have been, my strong suit. Nonetheless, periodically I do set some. Although 2020 has been a crap year for most, I have minimally come out on the plus side. This is partly because what is a lockdown…
Digitizing I’ve had laundry basket labels on my to-do list for some time. With a label, Iqbal will know which basket to put things in when he does that chore and I won’t end up shrinking or bleaching something if I forget to double check before putting them in the machine. I started working on them last spring, but interruptions and distractions kept me from finishing. At first I did them too big. When I stitched one out, I didn’t…
I’m in a kind of meditative mood. This title just popped into my head and immediately it had two meanings. While away from this blog, I did some things. I never do as much of what I want to do as I think I will, though. My sister moved in with us temporarily while she looked for and found her new home. She will probably be here another month, waiting for closing and then new flooring and painting before she…
Even though I was not directly affected and personally know only one family who lost their home, I dreamt of the fires this morning, of being in them, I think, but not harmed. Perhaps it’s because that one family is so close to me. The bad part is that I woke at eight a.m. with a brilliant quilt idea that wouldn’t let me go back to sleep until about ten. That’s all the middle of the night for this night…
… ‘Cause life keeps getting me behinder. The fires got close to Salem on September 7, 2020. My granddaughters and their parents are all safe, but their house is gone. Fortunately they have a house in Portland. Air quality since the 7th has been moderate to hazardous and I guess it will remain at the latter for a while, unless we get rain. Obviously, with hazardous air, I didn’t get restarted on walking in the park. My knee therapy was…
Being frustrated is very boring! This past week (year?) has been annoying and has left me bored and frustrated. It seems like everything I tried to do encountered a roadblock. I wanted to finish a machine embroidery project. I had it all set up and ready to go on Monday night and when I turned on the machine on Tuesday, the hoop had an error. So I thought I’d work on another project and now the stitching is wonky. My…
I’ve been reading and managed to finish almost four books in the last five or six days. That’s no big deal. Mom would have read at least eight in that time. I thoroughly enjoyed the first three–Kingdom of Speech by Tom Wolfe (had me wondering if he’s the reincarnation of or channeling Mark Twain), Ordeal by Innocence by Agatha Christie, and A Girl Walks into a Book: What the Brontës Taught Me about Life, Love, and Women’s Work by Miranda…
Originally posted at https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2228792-Cycles Life is cycles. I can’t say about other people, but it’s definitely true about me. That’s not singular. There are multiple cycles and they are definitely not regular or in sync! It can be quite chaotic. I wonder if this is part of ADD. The first descriptive thought that came to mind was “parabolic cycles.” To check, I googled it. Mostly all I got was a ton of bitcoin info. Not what I wanted. I tried “irregular cycles”…
Wednesday evening I scrolled through Instagram (#ragmates 2020) and was so inspired. I had to pick up my squares for Iqbal’s quilt before I got them in order (which he really wants), so last night I jumped in to a new small cloth. I don’t know what’s going to happen with it, what it’s going to be. So far, it’s just tiny pieces stitched to cheesecloth in a sort of log cabin pattern. I’ll stitch more tonight. Somehow the first…