Wednesday work day

Outside, Michael and Gary unhinging doors, hauling them through my house, then Gary painting said doors. 

Michael pausing to adjust the gate so it doesn't spring open when Billie jumps at it. She had a recent adventure when she managed to open it. Found two streets away, other side of a busy road, phew.

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

Sez Ted 

Fridgescaping, art, ducks, fall copper

 Fridgescaping, my minimalist take. This is after shopping. Just sayin'.

In the container at the bottom is this, cooked Saturday from Yeung Man Cooking

Here the cartoon is nice, and the quotation is everything

Art is not to make a living, it's to make a life.

And in order for our lives to continue as planned, democracy work continues. I write a few cards then rest my hand a while, then resume. I've timed it to be done in time for the mailing date.

Today's art is setup, the latest color combinations chosen, ready to stitch.

Meanwhile I went for a walk, lovely sunny weather, saw fall copper, goldenrod and some white fluffy stuff 

And at the pond, the little flock of wild ducks is back. Briefly. As soon as they spotted me, one warning quack, and they were off 

Back at the ranch, the pioneer lady is ready to make a gallon of clothes washing liquid.

 

It suits my budget and I know what's in it, no scented additives or whiteners other than what I put there. This recipe gets the laundry as clean as the expensive stuff. The container at the back is empty. It's what I use as a dispenser, disregard the label.

So that's where I am at the time of writing.

I finished Clever Girl, and find that Tessa Hadley is the only writer I've found whose novel and short story writing both work well for me. 

Alice Walker, wonderful essays, but novels not for me. Anne LaMott, great nonfiction, oh dear on the novels. Hadley, more of both,  please.

Happy day everyone! You do you.