Daily Notes- March 1st

That's what it's like here.  You. Me. The Dog.  The Dog is the first riser in the morning.  G said, just now, that they were up at 6am.  Now both are asleep.  It's 9:22.  Seems so much later.  And it's finally March.   Not much warmer or greener.  Cold with snow cover on the ground.  Cold Sunshine. Tomorrow all day at work with two classes and then the lunch hours.  I'll be exhausted by the tine I get back home.  I just don't seem to have the energy I used to have.

I chose a nice old fashioned "shirting" fabric for the Stormy Diamonds.  Trimmed the diamonds quarter inch from the edges and cut the sashing yesterday.  Ready for sewing.  I am planning to sew the sashing and diamonds into rows of four.  Then choose another fabric to sew between the rows.  I may go up into the Attic to see what I have--a shirting again with a pale red print.  If it looks as nice as I hope--and I can add enough borders to get it to baby quilt size--I'll send it off to Connie.  Perhaps a baby will love being wrapped in it. If it doesn't work out-- then I can enjoy it as a placemat or two or three here at home.

I've been trying to think what I can do for the weekly Artist Date specified in the Artist's Way. This is my first week of Morning Pages. My only thought was perhaps using the packet of origami papers I got at Goodwill a few weeks ago--and fold something.  But I think I am supposed to "get out" and do something in the community- would the Sunday Goodwill trip be good enough?  Perhaps all this thinking and choosing of fabric is enough?  What do you all think?  I did walk around in the greenhouse yesterday when I dropped off things to be copied for class--- looked at all the new products, plants and seeds.  And this morning I sorted out pictures of chairs I had torn from magazines etc.  For use as models for chair drawings.  Perhaps the Artist Date is just to get people out of the house????

I am making pot roast today.  I also bought a green cabbage to make into coleslaw.  We always had coleslaw with pot roast and mashed potatoes when I was growing up.  Don't know why but it's habit now. Isn't it interesting how food habits evolve.  I'm thinking it would have been something to ask my mother about--why she put those two items together.  Was it something her family always did or was it something she noticed and liked in a restaurant meal long ago.  Too late to ask now.

Another thing we always had was pie on Sunday while watching Walt Disney on television.  Not at dinner but later in the early evening.  We would have pie.  Homemade a few times but mostly a frozen pie from the grocery store and if we were "in the money" we had ice-cream with it.  Just a small scoop.  When my brother visited he asked me to make pie for dessert.  I hadn't thought to buy some ice cream.