I have it.
Sunday, after a trip to the library and supper at home, I settled in for a relaxing look thru my books and maybe a bit of television. Umm. Didn’t quite work out that way. To make an unpleasant story brief, a couple of hours into the evening, I decided I ought to spend the night on the bathroom floor.
Monday and Tuesday have past in a sort of haze. While no longer needing to camp on the bathroom floor, I’ve been wobbly and stuffy headed. Today I’m feeling comparatively spry – sitting upright for stretches of time and everything. I might get reckless and make myself scrambled eggs later. Much later.
Anyway, I must have subconsciously known this flu was about to hit: I unwittingly selected the perfect sick day reading from the library. I started with the always delightful Mma Ramotswe, The Colors of all the Cattle by Alexander McCall Smith on Monday. (I’m a bit behind in the series. There are two more books after this one.) Tuesday I moved onto Kerry Greenwood’s Murder in the Dark. I am a fan of the Miss Fisher mystery series on Acorn, but I have never read the books. I grabbed this one at random and spent yesterday wrapped in afghans while immersed in Australia in 1928. I will definitely check out more Miss Fisher adventures. Today, I think I’ll move on to Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine. I checked this one out because it is one of those books I thought I had read years ago but really never have.
I will leave you today with this old photo of Brandy. It is one of my favorites:
Thanks for reading!
Pleasantries. I love that word.
You run into someone at the grocery and you exchange pleasantries.
You meet an acquaintance for coffee – pleasantries.
A friend for lunch? First come the pleasantries.
The last couple of days, I have been fighting a nasty cold. I have avoided the news, the bills, the house cleaning, and instead focused on taking vitamins and resting (and reading). In short – living the pleasantries.
My head cold adverted, I’m up and functioning. No more pleasantries.
I had high hopes for today. My WW purple would have kicked in showing a lovely loss. I would have finished my sketch from last night, (we started charcoal. Which I loved), over a very sensible breakfast. Then yoga, followed by shoe shopping. A short break for an espresso then blogging and clay. Wonderful. In short, the pleasantries tinted version of life.
The truth – –
Had nightmares. The dogs woke me up far too early for an emergency bathroom trip. Recycling didn’t pick up today. Dragged the full bin back into the garage. Realized I left my charcoal pencils in the classroom last night. Added too much black to my turquoise clay and created a sickly mud. The news…cant even go there. The icing on my cake? A text from my sister requiring a specific time to receive her phone call. I’d rather study current affairs.
Now, sitting at my kitchen table with Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries on TV, I am reminiscing about the pleasantries.
It’s still earlyish. Come what may. Thanks for reading. Today’s photo, bold reds and all:
Today seems a bit, well, unreal. Or is it surreal. I’m awake, I’m moving and doing and have that sense of accomplishment but I don’t exactly know why. Hmm. I have done a couple of nice things in last couple of days tho….
My drawing class was lovely. My instructor spoke briefly about drawing, pencils, shading, and course objectives. And then she gestured to a table cluttered with random objects and said “get started”. Um. So we did. And she walked around talking about our drawings. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the class. Of course, the more practice the better. Haven’t drawn yet today but the day isn’t over.
Oooo….Today was weigh in day for Weight Watchers. I lost! All is right in the world again! (Heehee). Yesterday I tried the WW site’s questionnaire to see which program I would be sorted into (I suppose it is just me, but in my head I hear a tatty hat crying,”Better be Gryffindore!”). It was purple. Change is good.
Maybe it that’s it… The weight loss has given that feeling of accomplishment! That makes sense. Still, from my to do list: today I am to finish the two pairs of earrings on my work table and start on a large statement sort of necklace. I should do that. Right. Best get started.
I did get these earrings listed:
Off to work. Thank you for reading!
Some people will make New Years Eve/Day the Day(S) for a mini life review. Create and make/break oaths, commitments and resolutions. For me, that somewhat (or very) unpleasant/uncomfortable/despairing day is the day after Christmas. Yesterday, I was sucked down that rabbit hole. Somewhere in my journey I made the decision to do something different on this, my day after day. Something just for me: I signed up for a drawing course.
I’ve always wanted to take a drawing course. I’ve got this mental block about it – a kind of embarrassed childhood “they’ll make fun of me” sort of thing. Rather terrible when I think about where it can from; but it is a feeling that has been slumbering virtually unnoticed for a very long time. Well. Next month I start a very short night course, Foundations of Drawing, at my local community center. It is a start. And one I am proud of taking… a little gesture of bravery to end the year.
Thank you for reading and wish me luck!
I got to thinking about one of my favorite childhood beliefs. Somewhere, sometime, somehow, I was told that at midnight on Christmas Eve, animals can speak. (I mean our languages not theirs.). I not only believed, I wanted to have a conversation.
I remember asking my mom about our pets. I got her usual eye roll and snort,
“They do not speak. Go to bed.”
I tried dad.
“I want to talk to Ophelia, (my guinea pig), at midnight. You have to get me up in time to hear her.”
Dad, who always sort of understood about such stuff, said:
“Sweetheart, I can’t get you up because you might run into Santa. I’ll talk to her for you. Go to bed now.”
Thus assured, off to bed I went.
In the morning, I asked dad what Ophelia said.
“She said Merry Christmas and then fell back asleep.”
Mom rolled her eyes and snorted.
A couple of years ago, after a couple of eggnogs, I prodded my dachshunds awake at midnight.
They rolled their eyes and snorted.
Have a magical holiday everyone!
I just realized I haven’t blogged for a over a week.
I haven’t listed anything new on my Etsy site.
I haven’t IG’ed. (Is that a verb now? Don’t know.)
It isn’t that I am depressed, or sad, or really even that busy with holiday preparations. I just haven’t, well, felt like it. No reason. I just seem to want sit on the couch with a nice cup of coffee or wine depending on the time of day.
Whenever I am in one of these moods, (shall I call it a malaise? a funk? sulking? – no – all those are sorta right and sorta wrong), I reach for my Harry Potter books.
I know I am a grown up. (Very grown up if the truth be told.) But there are indeed times when to escape to J. K. Rowling’s world is just what I seem to need. I’ll pick a book at random and keep reading until it is time to stop. And I’ll realize it is time blog, list items in Etsy, and in general, come back to reality. This time, I’m just in time for the holiday!
A peek at the last pair of earrings I listed:
I always seem to be altering something in my life.
Jobs for one. I was once the corporate employee. For quite awhile. Then not.
I’ve done retail. Part time because I really don’t think I could ever handle a full time retail job.
Then of course there are the “self improvement” moments. Scrupulous about taking my vitamins and sticking to WW. (Closely followed by mouthfuls of ice cream eaten out of the pint container.)
I could go on, but the point today is to say: No matter what, I always return to clay. And that is sort of changing too. Or perhaps evolving.
When I started, I made rather small and intricate pieces. I still do technique driven pieces such as:
I do like the above ring… quite a bit actually … however, I find myself drawn to the design driven pieces:
Minimal and asymmetrical. Yep. That is definitely what I am gravitating towards these days. Perhaps that means I’m streamlining? I don’t know. I do know I am really enjoying this current tangent. I think it will be fun to see where it goes – and how it changes.
I can’t focus today. Restless. At sixes and sevens. Even so, I’ve decided to sit down and try to concentrate. Maybe writing will help me back on track.
I thought a bit of yoga would help. I pulled out the mat and cued up my favorite follow-at-home-yoga on youtube. I lit my brand new wonderful meditation candle (from StarDustRemedies). Lastly, before I started, I bribed our dogs into their kennels (they are very sweet and try very hard to help me in my positions. (Although I think they may actually be giggling at me.)). I turned on the video and heard *Snort* . I replied “yoga girls”.
“Welcome my friends. lets sit in a…”,
*snortal* / “yoga girl”,
“comfortable position. Breathe deeply, filling…”,
*yarp* / “yoga”,
“all sides of the lungs..”,
**arf** / “Yoga”,
I did the moves anyway. I say ‘moves’ because I can’t really say my focus was there.
On the bright side, I’ve just realized how late in the afternoon it is. Must be happy hour. And there’s wine chilling in the frig. Best idea I’ve had all day. Yep, I’ll try blogging tomorrow. or the next day.
P. S. a bracelet for today:
Yesterday my aging, blind dachshund had a full dental.
Obviously, she needed to be knocked out for the cleaning. I know it can be dangerous, but of course it is necessary. (If I think about it, I’ve had my share of deep dental cleanings and “mild procedures” during which I would have preferred to be unconscious. Really for most of them. All of them. But I digress.) She did wonderfully with no extractions! When Dave brought our groggy girl home and she dined on a little chicken and water. After a chaperoned tour of the backyard, she came in and promptly fell asleep on her favorite pillow.
Meanwhile, I had come across a Librarians movie marathon. As the first movie got underway, I made popcorn and settled down for the duration. Just as Noah was hacking his way thru the jungle, I heard an odd sound from the floor. My dear dachshund was lurching to her feet. Thinking she needed help for an outdoor trip, I called for Dave. She was very unsteady and staggered towards me. She bounced against the couch, my leg, the couch, my ankle and then sat down hard. Alarmed, I looked to Dave. He shrugged and said, “give her some popcorn,”. Sure enough, The scent of popcorn had revived our girl! huwa!