Daily Notes- October 4

From Art Propelled.

As you may have gathered--this week I am channelling the dark side.  Blacks and rust.  I really am tempted to pile more fabric and rust water in the new (old Goodwill) kettle and steam away.  Dark again today and 60 degrees but it feels colder.  I think it's going to rain off and on. Putting the kettle on would warm up the house.

New author-- Elin Hilderbrand.  I read her newest- The Identicals.  It wasn't great but it wasn't awful so I plan to visit the library and see what else is on the shelves.

I am tired.  Not because I am doing work but...just tired.  Sleepy.  Could be seasonal change. Or the early darkness which I call the Dark Times. Or the corduroy pants and sweater by association with darkness.

G and I managed -in cooperation-- to move the cutting/art table into the room where my sewing machine and ironing board are located. (we had to disassemble it and keep track of the parts)  The room was (possibly still is) G's "office".  He doesn't do any office stuff now that he is no longer the owner of a business.  So, generally, the room is not in use except to store boxes of stuff.   Since my  former work space has become the guest room--------I needed a new workspace -- using the dining room has not been appreciated.

There was the perfectly sized space next to the sewing machine for the cutting/drawing table after I removed many boxes of electrical parts and pieces from the remodel.  Even a tall lamp so I can see where I am cutting and measuring my squares during the Dark Times coming. I found my father's box of important papers.  Looked through them.  Also a folder of my mother's papers was in the bookcase I cleaned out.  I haven't looked at them.

I found my paternal grandparent's marriage certificate with the original spelling of their names and their countries of origin.  Russia and Serbia.  Balthazar and Aloisia in 1914.  I knew them as Joe and Louise.  American names.  I have their wedding picture from the day the certificate was handwritten. My grandfather seated with my grandmother to his left with her hand on his shoulder.

The past is swirling around.