Tuesday, January 04, 2022

Daily Notes- January 4th. Cold. Cold. Cold. Snow on ground is a shiny hard surface.


 Same old square with a new center.  I hadn't intended for the piece to get a new center.  I still am not sure I want to do all the unsewing this change requires me to do.

 And this is just sitting on top. Not stitched or anything.  I set the blue square on top just to make the pile NEAT.  And then I noticed.  And have kept on noticing.  Hell of a thing.  The 4 inch square is sitting on top of the patterned blue.  The orange stripe is sewn in.

I am thinking I had gotten too attached to matching things.  I am thinking I need to pay attention to this.

Sort of a Wake Up.

Well.  It's very cold.  I need another layer of wool.  A second sweater.  The house is so big and empty- it doesn't have any things to trap heat.  We never replaced the things we got rid of.  Three armchairs. Rugs. Curtains.  The wide expanse of hardwood is just that.  Wide. Bare.  Two couches.  One that husband naps on and one where I sit and read or watch Sports News and/or Ancient Aliens or Hallmark Movies.  I keep watching the waltzing movie.  Not much happens.  They dance.  The music plays.  People talk.

Yesterday's (and today's) book is Abbi Waxman's The Bookish Life of Nina Hill.  I finished reading it just before bedtime.  I may start it over again today.  A young woman who likes books.  Works in a book store. Was raised by a nanny while her mother traveled the world taking newsworthy photographs as her Life's work..  Abbi never  knew her father's name.  He dies. Has Abbi in his will.  So she meets 3 of his four wives and all her brothers and sisters etc. etc.  It's actually too much for her. 

Her dead father leaves her his favorite thing.  His black 1982 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am.  That's the very end of the book and it's not really ruining the story or anything to mention it.  I doubt many of you read any of the books I write about here.  No one's ever said they have.  But one can hope someone will read them.  

My coffee has gone cold and I have a full wash basket waiting for me by the washing machine.  I have NOT done washing.  In awhile.  Sigh.  I don't think I want to do any today, either. so. I'll make a fresh cup of coffee and settle into the old couch cushions.  Again.  At 75... I think I can do whatever I please.

6 comments:

Unknown said...

I for one read a lot of your recommendations. And appreciate you telling me about them. Please continue to do so.

Joanne S said...

Oh, thank you Unknown for writing this comment. I feel like I just got the best Holiday Gift.
I'm going to be smiling all day........

jbettyb said...

I think your square looks lovely. Don't un-sew, just buttonhole the nine-patch to the rest.

Life Scraps and Patches said...

I always enjoy hearing about books you're reading. Sometimes I look for them for myself, sometimes not, but I enjoy hearing your book thoughts.

Deb Lacativa said...

A quote from a book I just started, "The Shadow of the Wind" by Carlos Ruiz Zafon:

"Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens."

Keep the recommendations coming.

Joanne S said...

What a beautiful quote. and it's true for me. the books become friends that I visit often.