*Writing at my desk early, I realize that light is filtering through the pink sheet I have pushpinned across the window. When I remove the sheet I see snow floating down diagonally from the sky. "How silently the wondrous gift is given."
*Mozart while writing.
*My yarn order has come in. Anticipation waiting through the weekend for the store to open.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
quietly, old, blogging
*I get satisfaction from quietly doing things, with no fanfare. However, when a grown up son notices what I have done a lovely calmness and gratitude envelopes me.
*I worried about getting old with no one to know of my decrepitude. A son reassures me that he will always be there for me.
*Accepting that someone wants to begin a "rant" blog but that forum is not me, not what I want.
*I worried about getting old with no one to know of my decrepitude. A son reassures me that he will always be there for me.
*Accepting that someone wants to begin a "rant" blog but that forum is not me, not what I want.
Monday, January 19, 2009
kiss, wind, chickens
*A man and a woman on bikes pause at a stop sign ("Wow! They are stopping for the sign" I muse.)They precariously lean towards one another and kiss. Then the woman rides off forward while the man turns left.
*A black bag caught in a treetop dances in the wind.
*On the walk to the yarn in the carriage house I pass 6 healthy chickens in a pen, their feathers glossy in the sunshine.
*A black bag caught in a treetop dances in the wind.
*On the walk to the yarn in the carriage house I pass 6 healthy chickens in a pen, their feathers glossy in the sunshine.
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