Bird Walk.
It's very cold here in Maine. Mostly the colors of this image. Brown, grey, white. Nine is cold.
My husband has taken my car in for an oil change and State inspection. I don't know how long it takes so I can't get too worked up about how long he's been gone. yet. I am hoping my little car passes.
I spent some Time yesterday hand sewing. I was going to show it to you today, but I'm not sure I like it enough but...we'll see how it goes. I'm treating- so far- the patchwork surface like a big sheet of drawing paper. Just Doodling with fabric and thread.- but using pencil to draw the shapes-- Easy enough to "erase" items if they don't work long term- just snip and pull the thread away. I think the pencil lines will stay. They are very lightly drawn. Adds something - something I like.
My Desk Calendar is looking different this year. Still colorful. But there is occasional "darkness" in the items in the squares. And some squares overlap and meander into Future days and weeks. And under the art- there are some appointments etc. But they get covered up. So.......no longer a journal so much as it's art. The squares have appointments and book lists etc- before getting covered up.
Less a calendar and more of a story board. January is a story, so far, of being alone. Empty. Searching.
It's just January. I have eleven months to figure out how it goes. I might have a designated area to fill with book titles. I might have another area filled with things that happen. That area doesn't have to be very large. Nothing happens. knock wood.
I need to feed myself. I can't live by eating only my morning oatmeal and then several cups of coffee that start hot and end up being finished cold. I am reading Incense and Sensibility by Sonali Dev. A play on Austen's Sense and Sensibility. Yoga and Politics. With a body guard. 20% in and we are still having introductions and explanations. I'm still reading so there might be something here. Might.
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