Daily Notes- March 20th

                                                

Desktop.  Just moments ago.  I finished the mending/repair of my red sweater.  I used the pocket to fill in where there were holes.  That's my digital thermometer.  Taking my temperature and NOT having a fever--calms me down. Listening to Jude on Spirit Cloth also calms me down. She had a short audio test today.  And Grace welcomed two baby boy goats yesterday.  It was a long, cold night but it ended well.  They are very cute. No names yet but I think they will be interesting.

It's cold and raining here and while G does his back stretching exercises, I am going to bundle up and take a walk to the end of the street and back.  Under my umbrella. Maybe twice.  Exchange the indoor air in my lungs with fresh outdoor air. Then have a large mug of hot, sweet tea.

I watched the latest version of Murder on the Orient Express on tv last night.  Lovely visually but........so glad I didn't pay money to see it.

I have a number of things set to record this week on my TiVo but my most favorite thing to watch is a self made movie (PBS) of an artist summering here in Maine and his paper collage methods and his gardening.  I have watched it 6 times I think.   He crumples and paints the white standard pad paper, lets it dry and then slowly rips the papers into shapes to glue- white glue with his fingers- onto the drawing he has made on stretched canvas.  He does this work at a table on a glass windowed porch- the kind all Maine cottages have to keep the mosquitos out in the summer.

I also love watching The Healing Machine- also PBS.  I have wire- a root ball cage and lots of little things like rusting stars and beads- I could make my own healing machine.  Set up a table in the vast empty living room.  Plastic on the floors.  Hang it from a branch in the big oak tree.  With a special attachment that allows it to rotate in a circular fashion.  Sparkle in the sunlight.

I like watching people make things.  I have two cooking shows set to record on TiVo.  One is a chef named Vivian Howard.  She is a Southern woman and she talks.  Talks more than she cooks.  But she talks about cooking, about food, about her history with food.  And she is sloppy and makes a mess and then laughs about being messy and then just makes another mess.

Jude is going to have another class. She is going to talk and sew and make and I am going to be so very happy listening to her voice.  It's the best thing ever.  And I wonder about other bloggers I love reading.  Would I love listening to them as well?  Telling me stories.

This Time alone in the house.  I miss listening to people talking most of all.