Monday, March 20, 2017
Thinking Of Changing The Name Of This Blog
I am now officially 70.5 years old. Half way through the year.
I think I should officially express who I am. Not just the day on which I was born--a Wednesday. I am struggling to come up with some names to choose from. This was the problem so many years ago when I started this blog--what to call it.
Any help for my Readers would be welcome. You probably know me better than I know myself.
The carpenters are back--we had the weekend free of noise. Now stud walls are being built. The larger than life empty room will now be sectioned off and made smaller--and then when filled with the "new" seem larger than before. It's a magical thing.
The door I wanted--the front door to the house--was too large for the opening and WAY TOO expensive. So now I have to choose another. Everything changes. Nothing is set. Now flooring. Light or dark wood. In the closets? The plumber comes tomorrow. Then the electrician. We have a drawing of the vanity for master bath. So many things to decide. And then live with.
I am continuing to reduce, recycle and re-purpose. Even the refrigerator. I pulled out all the vegetables and roasted them on a sheet pan. Carrots are so dense and delicious roasted with just salt, pepper and good olive oil. I ate them off the pan. Just like that. Right out of the oven. With my fingers. I also roasted a head of cauliflower. That was good also.
What I Am Reading: The Stargazer's Sister by Carrie Brown. Based on the real life of Caroline Herschel, sister of the great astronomer and composer William Herschel.
Where I Am Going: To the grocery store. For Yogurt. For Salad Greens. For Cheese to put on Riley's food. (old dogs have trouble knowing there's food in the bowl). For Milk for my cereal. For Carrots.
Later today: Acupuncture.
What I Have Been Sewing: I had to add more patches to the favorite, well worn grey cashmere pullover. The other elbow was looking thin. A hole in the edging of the sleeve. A hole under the arm at the seam. A stabilizing patch at the V in the open cowl neck. I feel better knowing the weak areas are now better able to get through the next 10 years or more. I am hopeful. I would like to be wearing this sweater on the day I die.
What I Have Been Thinking: Death seems to be all around me these days. Not mine. Others I have known and lost--without being aware of it. Finding out long after death came for them. Being reminded of the time spent with them and the memories of that time. Like time and memory is slowly fading and disappearing. I am reminded of the priest saying at the untimely death of a beloved man- "he is not dead until the very last person that has known and loved him is dead". They all live, still, in my heart.
So, on that "cheerful"note--I leave you and get myself off to the grocery store. The workmen have gone to lunch.