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Monday, February 22, 2021

Monday, Monday.

 Outside my window...it is raining like there is no tomorrow. It is a far cry from yesterday’s sunshine and temperatures in the upper 50’s. Uncle is out on the mountain in this nasty weather. I’m glad to be old and mature and disinclined to spend my time on the mountain in pouring rain.

What I am hearing...Teddy talking to himself while Kaycie reads her lesson to Auntie Mate. Here in the dining room Diesel is snoring away and Nate is enjoying second breakfast. 

What I am wearing...denim skirt, green t shirt and a red flannel shirt over all. 

What I am learning...that the whole world has gone mad and lost its collective mind. Last week I started in with a cold. Judging by the looks from the various people I met on my wanderings you would think I was exhibiting symptoms of the plague. It’s just a spring cold folks! A snotty nose, hoarse voice, and watery eyes does not automatically signal the end of life as we know it. 

What I am hoping...that other tasks that I have set myself this week get resolved. I would also like to find “the” house so that part of my life can move forward. I am finding more and more release and comfort at my craft. However it is difficult to lose myself when I am in someone else’s space and must clean up each day so the little squids can eat. While saying all this I can hear my husband’s voice telling me, “All in God’s time.” He’s so bossy even from the grave.

What I am working on...last week I managed to make 5 little kid sized bags. Also I am geared up to make a unicorn nightgown for Evie and to finish and ship the quiver that was requested. I am pleased to say that the ideas fill my head and the colors are there looking for a place to be realized. 

What I am thinking...about the truth to the phrase, what a difference a day makes. As I walk around this area and drink in the stark beauty of the mountains and the feasts for the eye that lurks around every curve I feel myself drawing it in. 

Here are a few pictures...

I came around a curve yesterday and these three were just standing there staring at me. At first I thought that it was a grouping of deer statues then one of them flicked it’s ear and I realized they were quite alive.  I must have sat in the car beside them for a full 10 minutes and they never ran off. As I started up I watched them in my rear view and marveled at them standing there still.

Saturday, though sunny, was a bit chilly. I felt it was a good day to revisit some comfort food from my childhood. I made this pot of chili, two loaves of bread, and a double baking of Gluten Free biscuits. The only thing missing from the experience was the smell of Coleman fuel and the beauty of the Adirondacks.

Auntie got our her Kalimba. This little guy sat still for a good long time plucking the keys and making some of his own kind of music. There is not much more wonderful than a child and a bit of music.

2 comments:

Amelia said...

Nice to know what you are up to, sounds peaceful, beautiful grandchildren. Those gluten-free biscuits sound wonderful. I noticed the old truck stopped in it's tracks below. It is kind of sad isn't it? I'm one of those people who have feelings for those things too.

It's been busy lately, here in our state, the historical freeze and the unbalanced dependence on green energy was hell-week. No power, no water, people literally freezing to death in home. I'm not sure how it was perceived in the rest of the nation.



Amelia said...

P.S. The deer were a Gift. The other evening I was having a difficult afternoon, I looked out my studio window and I counted at least nine birds, different species, beautiful cardinals etc. on the tree at my tea cup feeders, it was beautiful and I knew God sent it to comfort me and that possibly my Dad was somewhere near too. Maybe those deer were something like that too.