Friday, August 23, 2019
Daily Notes- August 23rd
All week.
Each Morning.
I think it's Saturday.
I sit here wondering what will it feel like tomorrow?
The cloth scraps above-- I sort and stack and this one- with a small piece of something I liked when I was sewing it but after not so much. I took it apart. Now, here in this little pile, it seems just right.
I vacuumed and washed all the floors in the large section of this house. Today the bedroom section. Just that washing of floors seems to have re-set my inner emotional clock. I am more peaceful. I even seem ready to begin the LONG process of taking down, washing, drying and putting back of the little items on the shelves next to the fireplace (that has never had a fire in it). Little items that are more altar than anything else. Things that hold thought and memory and time. And love. I love each of the things- the old rubber monkey holding out his hand for a coin. I just turned and see him on the top shelf behind the little vintage cream and sugar holders with tiny red cherries as decoration.
My Treasures. They will be happy to have a warm soapy bath.
G and Riley are back from their walk in the woods. Riley is very wet. He gets hosed off by the back of the house at the end of the walk. and now he is going to...no he is not....I thought he was going to lie down. He's back and down on his bed.
I am going up into the Attic at some point today to get the container holding my watercolor paints and brushes. Bring it down. I have had this "RULE" -- take something back up into the Attic for everything you bring down--but it's been awhile. I haven't gone up for much more than a few pieces of cloth for a baby quilt. The bed in the guest room is holding things I brought down "before" but nothing much has been worked on. Perhaps I can find some calm to work on those things eventually. But, I can find enough calm space to mix water and pigment and fill small squares with color. Not enough to paint anything--I am only thinking of small squares. One at a time.
Now...it's Criminal Intent- Law and Order with Riley.
Like your analogy of your collection of things being like an altar. That is it. I am looking at my own altar right now, realizing I love each and every one of the objects, and the memories they evoke,
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