"Quiet. Cool-ish. Sunny. There's a breeze, evidenced by the ever-so-often swirling leaves - tho' not too many - from this tree. I see more limbs and bigger spaces, patches of blue sky. A squirrel cavorting - or is it scampering? All is quiet save for the ambient sounds so prevalent in silence...broken by an occasional ambulance siren, the joys of city-living.
A ticking clock; the click of the furnace as it comes on or goes off ; the scratch of my pen moving across the page as I write these words. To my left, a lamp brightens my work space. My right-ing hand is encased in a glove designed to ease the pain, of either arthritis (I pray not!) or too much stress from stitching - that's a laugh: I've not picked up a needle or made a stitch all weekend. So was my intention but not my doing. Not sure what got in the way other than I just didn't...but the deadline I've given myself is just mine to honor or not, self-imposed with some rationale behind:
- 1- it's been three and 3/4 years since I started down the Flower Garden path;
- 2 - our biennial quilt show is the end of April 2017 and I hope to have the quilt completed in time...but I really must finish it so it can be backed and quilted on a long arm machine and quilters with those skills are few and demand is great the closer one gets to a quilt show.
But I stray from my writing...hearing the tinkle of the wind chimes. How much longer before I can make tea? I glance at the clock: Good, only 'bout 8 more minutes. I suppose I should bring the ferns in - where to put them: Here in the Great Room? Hang one up in the upstairs bathroom - there is a hook; it's been there since I first moved here, 30, nearly 31 years ago...actually just two months shy of 31 years today, now that I think about it!
A flurry of leaves swirl by and across the wire, another squirrel scampers as I take a quick glance out the window. I suppose I could pause and fix my tea - by the time it is ready, my time - 30 minutes wait (from taking my once-weekly pill) will have ended - and oh yes, the refrigerator's quiet again. Yay!
8:04 am - Tea's in the microwave. I think Norman has a cold - he says no, of course (why is it men can't admit they might not be 100% well?!) But he's sniffling, sneezing, blowing his nose, lethargic...didn't even take a walk yesterday, save for our trip to the grocery store and walking up and down the aisles. For that matter: my extent of walking , too.
T'was a leisurely Saturday for sure tho' I did entertain myself with more clearning : cleaning + learning . [Beep! Beep! Tea's ready and oh! there's a big whoosh of leaves, falling ever so fast yet gently to the ground...] Resuming: whenever I procrastinate I move and organize, sort and find stuff; for about a year, I've had this idea for a story of my head, a phrenology head, so to speak and ever so often it surfaces...yesterday, again as I shuffled notes and sundry pieces of papers. So, I'm thinking that is a sign to pursue the idea---tell the stories, make a quilt book after I finish Flower Garden, mais oui. And another idea just meshed - quickly make a note! Aha! use my my bookmark notepad & take photos!
8:34 am: The morning moves on and so must I. Not really wanting to and this journal entry is soothing* and productive but there are other things on my plate: my daily read: Simple Abundance - wonder what I'll read or re-read next year? Kicking in the Wall , my daily morning writing exercise plus WR&P - Weekly Review and Planning. What's coming up? Done? Undone? To Do? Places to Go? People to See? Me to Be? TBC..."
How was your Sunday morning?
Cheers~
*Totally enjoying the peace and quiet from no political chatter. ..