Friday, December 30, 2022

birds, paint, act, easel, stalks, girls, restraint

* I arrange a bird replenishing place--food and water. Each morning still in my nightgown I carry a hot, steaming pitcher of water to the watering hole. I dump out the ice onto an already established mound  and empty the pitcher. Back inside with quilt curtains open I watch the birds congregate and dart around the feeders. The water continues to steam, gradually cooling, until in four hours time it is frozen. I read an article recently about how to keep sparrows from bird feeders. Why would I want to do that? 'His Eye Is On the Sparrow'

* I finally settled on a color for the  frames put 3 years ago around the new (then) windows of my office. Now 'desert glow' is beside my mandarin orange walls. 

* Finding an actor I had never heard of and viewing his movies in chronological order to understand his development.

* How to clear a room of sleeping dogs...arrange an easel too near an open door so that when closed it bumps the leg and sends the easel and bulletin board flying.

* Tall stalks of eucalyptus dispersing aroma throughout the room. 

* The genius of a show runner who limits the number of episodes filmed which helps concentrate on the quality. We all want more of good things. Years ago a friend advised me that one drink is enough--a person thinks they want more but with more the enjoyment and satisfaction diminishes. Restraint.

Friday, April 1, 2022

sprinkler, roads

* It being a warm spring day with dogs rampling amidst the weak grass, I hooked up the hose and discovered the old sprinkler has survived the winter. Halfway through the snow and cold I spotted something oddly shaped in the yard. It was not until the snow had retreated a bit that I realized=the sprinkler! Thus, I sat an afternoon in the sun watching shiny droplets form on young buds and generally remembering the loveliness of a swishing sprinkler.

* Oh! Mr WS! Have we not all at some time in life trod upon Mr Frost's roads?  Frost's roads were two in a yellow wood but you had several choices Sunday night. You took the road of a coward. And that has made all the difference.

Wednesday, June 9, 2021


 * 2 minor things that, although minor, slightly detract from viewing enjoyment: Joan Allen is an actress. Joan Allen is left handed. Joan Allen portrayed G. O'Keeffe as left handed. G. O'Keeffe was right handed. Joan Allen is an actress (wasn't she able to act right handed?). Actresses who portray hugely pregnant women but flop, flop, onto sofas. I tell you, as soon as I found out I was pregnant I did not flop for a year.

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Dorsey, reads, Res, green, fence, flowers

 * Listening to Dorsey Armstrong 'Powerful Women of the Medieval World' and '1215'.

* Reading The Anchoress and Patch Work.

* The Res has such water filling it that there is no beach to the beach.

* Waiting for spring and the green and then feeling shocked when I step out of the door and it is so green.

* A new privacy fence. 

* Last December brought a new resolve to me. I will always have fresh flowers in the house. Initially I subscribed at a local florist which was interesting because their offerings disclosed techniques that I was not aware of and use of little known flowers. Now I find fresh flowers at the market and arrange them myself. Such an injection of joy--to see them first thing in the morning, to have their scents waft over me as I sit at my desk. I pause throughout the day to soak in the shade and hue changes.

Monday, June 7, 2021

apart, goal, rivers, 4, start

* It is okay to fall apart. Tacos fall apart and we love them.

* Goal: to sit in the garden while ignoring, denying, the harassment, the pull, of planty tasks. "You bought us yesterday---get us into the soil!!" "HAW HAW we're the tall thistley weeds come to take over."

* Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. A.A. Milne

* He has been gone 4 years and yet I still hide my work, muffle my songs, whisper my prayers, filter my words, turn off the movie. Will I ever feel the freedom to live?

*  Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

Thursday, April 15, 2021

waiting, Culloden, chapter

 * The waiting, anticipation, in the time when weather is coming in and not knowing what weather. Are the fragile leaves on the apple trees safe? Will I need to dash out in my nightgown at midnight to knock snow off limbs to avoid another visit from the tree doctor? Forget the food thing, have I got enough yarn? Will the water freeze in the garage? As to books.......well.

* Culloden..........

* Everybody has a chapter they do not read out loud.


Wednesday, March 17, 2021

cakes, plows, ledge, art, blood

 * Bedtime reading to my children was a joy. I came upon 'The Cupboard' recently and decided to recipe Banbury Cakes......"roll out the pastry to the thickness of a one pound coin".

* Something never before seen :  snow plows on this street.

* Andy Weir : Things did not go exactly as planned but I'm not dead so it's a win.

* "talked off the ledge of a tantrum'

* Leonora Carrington : There are things that are not sayable. That's why we have art.

* Think of your heart as hugging your own blood with every squeeze.

* The modern use of the word 'activist' continues to send prickles of irritation  through me. The Oxford Dictionary translates it as 'policy of vigorous action'. Well now, come on. Are we all, living beings, activists? All day long I am in the throes of vigorous action. I fling off the 6 quilts I sleep under, gyrate out of bed, navigate the dog minefield hallway to retrieve kitchen stored pet food.....and so on until blissful bed at which time I vigorously gasp for air aided by a machine. By the way when am I going to be able to sleep under fewer than 6 quilts? One night recently it was the 6 quilts, thick socks that are yummy chew toys for the dogs, my long puffy black winter coat and what my room mate calls my Eskimo Nell hat....and my Canadian mittens (knitted on one is 'eh').

* Great gratitude and mask covered smiles for the tree guy who in record time came to investigate the downed limbs of the backyard's maple.