Current reading, aside from a Maisie Dobbs reread of Pardonable Lies and the audio of The Late Scholar by Jill Paton Walsh, one of a creditable series continuing the Wimsey/Vane saga, is
Ironic in view of that previous sentence. It's about resisting the produce at all costs mentality, a Western ailment which counts only results and considers a day wasted if not productive. I'm hoping to be enlightened as I go.
It's a result of the industrial revolution, I think. Before then people certainly worked hard, but not to acquire and own and prove their worth and please a boss and fit in, so much as to live day to day.
It's also a suggestion about resisting making our lives into Instagram fodder, not a bad idea. I'm quite good on this point -- I don't do anything in order to blog about it, just blog about what I did.
Yesterday, down with a bump, I finally did this.
I unravelled a vest I'd knitted long ago which proved to be a bit too warm. But I think it will make grand socks, doing that two in one method.
It's beautiful yarn, part of a gift from granddaughter long ago, her fiber share from Shepherd Susie, in the natural cream color, lovely quality wool, definitely worth another try. And with enough small lengths for the inevitable darning which will happen. Using Joanne's Grandma's darning egg.
And yesterday I spent time on the deck, catching good weather while I can, along with butterflies doing likewise
And, the streets of San Francisco now back in the box ready to pass on, I broke out out Jungle Paradise or whatever it's called
Yesterday morning the sun, now moving around the living room, fell just right on this handmade paper artwork, so I seized the day
White on white three dimensional art is so tricky to picture with no special lights and a liw level camera, so you catch the moment. A few minutes later the cooperative light had moved on.
Happy day everyone, keep moving on, any direction will do