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Monday, April 29, 2013

The Simple Woman's Daybook 29 April 2013

Outside my window...the world is weeping copious tears that will serve to water the grass and turn it a lush shade of green.  How's that for a poetic and optimistic description of a dreary and rainy day?  I'm not convinced either.

I am thinking...about distances.  One son on the west coast, another on the other side of the world, a third way down south, and a fourth somewhere out there on the lonely highway.  I think my poetical parts are in overdrive today.  Must be all the great literature that I have been basting in lately.

I am thankful...for a husband who kept trying to convince me of his love.  Everyday his "I love you's" sound more and more like the voice of God.

From the kitchen...there are leftovers from yesterday's cook out.  Supper tonight will be a nice culinary reminder of what a good day we had on Sunday.

I am wearing...flannel jammie pants and an oversize tee.  I know my mother would not ever do this but this rainy day is a good one to stay in your jammies all day long.

I am sit right down and write myself a letter.  Oops! I slipped into Grandpa Pelicano mode there. My daddy used to slip song lyrics into the conversation anytime that the opportunity presented itself.  One of my nieces once asked him, "Must everything be a song grandpa?" to which he answered, "Absolutely!"  He was just that kind of guy.

I am reading...actually rereading Le Morte d Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory

I am hoping that the clouds clear and the sun makes an appearance today, perhaps in a leading role?

I am hearing...both the washer and dryer running, Layn running around in his room upstairs, and MK doing her Monday morning tidy up job around the house.

Around the house...MK has it all picked up and ready to face the new week.  The first loads of laundry are in process, the kitchen is spotless and she and Layn are doing the same favor to the upper regions of the house.

One of my favorite things...looking at and rearranging the stack of fat quarters that sits on my work table.  The creative juices have been stirred by three shipments of fabric last week.  I have a few ideas percolating which I can start later this week.

A few plans for the rest of the and tomorrow I will be doing a marathon writing binge.  I have one more essay to write for my final in pre-renaissance lit and an essay for my pre-civil war lit. then I will be free to create the rest of the week.  I am feeling the need for colors and textures that can only be cured by making a quilt top.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...
Looks like Uncle Ian has his hands full!!!! He picked Kaycie up and Savannah had to have her turn too.  I love that my sons are so capable and willing when it comes to little ones.

1 comment:

Amelia said...

*a smile*... So lovely to read. So very lovely to read. If you were my neighbor we could sit together and drink our coffees on special afternoons and talk and reminisce and if we forgot what we were talking about, as we ladies do sometimes we would just pick up somewhere else and remember the rest later. : )

Loved the photo, that is a beautiful thing.

Bless you Ann, so enjoyed your blog this morning. <3