Outside, Michael and Gary unhinging doors, hauling them through my house, then Gary painting said doors.
Inside, Boud doing laundry, having finally noticed no clean clothes, and making a new batch of laundry liquid, since the laundry load used up the last of the supply.
Earlier, morning blood work, some results transmitted almost before I got home. Urgently needed breakfast then, fried egg and toast, coffee. Watered outdoor plants. Took shrimp out of freezer. Then it was still only 11am. Then I noticed the sink packed with yesterday's dishes. Oh.
I'm thinking about small weavings, using various bits of fabric for the weft, on the pinloom. I've had weaving in mind for a while and haven't settled on a loom. Yesterday's Textiles and Tea reminded me of very small works.
Just playing for now.
My crochet mojo has gone walkabout for now.
Another major task I remembered: change from winter to summer purse. That will take all of thirty seconds, tops. It gets postponed though.
Chop wood, carry water, change purse. Then enlightenment. After which chop wood, carry water.
I don't believe in an afterlife, but I see it as an endless chop wood carry water but with posh white robes and harps. With maybe a bit of pinloom weaving now and then.
One of my friends, a professional band musician on many instruments, used to do volunteer end of life work where she would play, at the family's request, including harp.
I asked her if she would reconsider playing harp music to patients coming into consciousness in their last days, especially after last ditch surgery. I could see the confusion that could arise. She didn't think it was funny.
But I could definitely visualize the patient, looking around the same old faces, room, with added harp music, and thinking this is an economy version of what I expected.
Not everyone's taste in humor, but I'm old enough to go with it.
Happy day everyone, with or without musical accompaniment.
Dinner was shrimp over jasmine rice, with lime wedges, smoked paprika and amchur
I chuckled at the harp music idea.
ReplyDeleteI think you need a dark sense of humor for it!
DeleteYour idea of harp music at someone’s bedside is, I think, very funny.
ReplyDeleteI'd rather have a tin whistle!
DeleteA modern take on angels!
ReplyDeleteMaybe they're what we want them to be!
DeleteCould you hear my guffaw at your harp idea? Such a hoot! Thinking of Jew's Harp, then wearing saffron robes, just to mix it up a little. I've got the rice, now need to thaw shrimp...but wait, there are a hundred (probably) left overs calling for "Eat Me!"
ReplyDeleteLife's short. Eat the shrimp.
DeleteBack in the day, my brother was a nurse and had longish brown hair and a short trimmed beard. Several startled hospital patients mistook him for Jesus upon awakening from surgery or fevered illness.
ReplyDeleteThat's even better than people mistaking old whitebeards for Santa Claus.
DeleteYou have a certain sense of humour. I’m down with it.
ReplyDeleteI lol to the harp music. Good one, Boud.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely on the harp! Economy version of heaven indeed. The harpest could wear white for greatest effect.
ReplyDeleteIt will be interesting to see where your weaving leads you.
The friend in question has long dark curly hair, very much like old master angel paintings!
DeleteThat little loom reminds me of the pot holder loom we used as kids. I wonder if I still have it somewhere. I will have to check...
ReplyDeleteI have that little green metal potholder loom. I think everyone had one, maybe at camp. All those moms with gift potholders!
DeleteYour harp music idea has me screaming! That is too funny. I'm also imagining harp music playing in the operating room, as I awoke *during* surgery one time (so weird!). How much more confusing if a harpist had been playing -- "Gee, was really hoped the afterlife didn't include witnessing one's own medical procedures..." Then when I awoke at the end of surgery, no harpist present, and me thinking I'd been to the Pearly Gates and back! I also imagine other applications of this same principle, such as fog machines making cloud-like poufs, people dressed in togas (ahem, robes), and a group of harpists as one arrives at a train station. "Goodness, I supposed we crashed suddenly and perished between stations." Too much?
ReplyDeleteI see your imagination is hard at work!
DeleteYou live in such a pretty area. And Gary is a good neighbour to have.
ReplyDeleteEspecially at this time, it's beautiful for walking.
DeleteShrimp and rise was on the dinner menu in our home this week along with added zucchini, peppers, carrots, onion and water chestnuts so we covered all the basics.
ReplyDeleteNo chocolate?
DeleteThose are like the little looms we used to get in potholder-making kits back in the '70s! Remember those?
ReplyDeleteSee earlier comments, short answer: yes!
ReplyDeletePinloom are smaller and more complex. This one makes 3" squares and I'm selecting which pins to engage to fit the fabric strips.
I did have a giggle at the harp playing.
ReplyDeleteI’ve seen on Facebook a meme asking someone to dress as the grim reaper at their funeral and just stand at the back waiting.
Oh how I’d love for someone to do that at my final goodbye
That's definitely carrying it further!
DeleteLots going on at your place. Hmmm dinner looks so good.
ReplyDeleteThat dinner was really good. Not complicated either.
DeleteI thought your harp music idea was amusing. I'm disappointed the harpist didn't. The colors in your fabric strips are very appealing. Looking forward to this next creation.
ReplyDeleteMusicians of my acquaintance tend to take themselves a tad seriously. I hope my hands hold up to get this little weaving done, to see if it works.
DeleteI certainly appreciated your harp music humour! Glad those doors have finally exited your living room. You must feel as though the room has embiggened tenfold now they're gone.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice not having the doors looming over me.
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