Thursday, August 24, 2017

ready, place, hay

* Floor washed. Table in place. Blinds open. Ready to produce.

* Everytime I leave a place I take with me something to remind me.

* The bales of hay are piled like ramparts on the green grass.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

dig, lights, skeins

* The day goes well and then a phone call to tell me the 22 year old husband of the daughter of a friend has died on active service in Germany. Death, death go away. You are not wanted here. I must be allowed to catch my breath before you come again. Must I dig for gems on most days?

* Red fairy lights surrounding the silver urn.

* Skeins of yarn in the mail that I forgot that I ordered.

Monday, August 21, 2017

tub please,show up,Madeleine,continue

* I am determined to have a tub I can soak in this winter. This determination after a lunch date with someone I have not seen for years at a restaurant where I had not eaten  since 1991. She has invested in a house in Arizona where she goes for November and December, the slowest months of her business. Jeez, just give me a tub with hot water. Would it be weird to have a tub in the dining room?

* Be messy,
   and complicated,
   and afraid,
   and show up anyway.

  In my case, get out of my pajamas first.

* Madeleine Peyroux

* Deciding to continue the business after he is gone.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

music, job, market

* The music of jolly tinkley clicks of full milk bottles as I trundle the shopping cart across the car park.

* Discovering who I am after 45 years of employment.

* Relief to find out the market is not beneficial to sell.