Being had to wait on doing

 My plan to just read and be was a bit delayed. I noticed my daily bouquets needed new flowers, so I went out early, picked and added and subtracted and got this 

Then I noticed the downstairs plants were thirsty, so I watered them. This usually means mopping up the spills on tables and floors.

Then I noticed a stitched artwork that could be translated into a pillow. So I took it off the frame, removed the cheesecloth backing, and washed it for reuse, I'm always needing to strain this and that.  And here's the piece, dyed and beaded and stitched, ready for a new life 

Once I construct a pillow, that is. And the empty frame will do well on free cycle, then I thought what about the just being, leave the freecycle for now, girl.

Then I noticed I need to make yogurt, so I did that. Then the mail arrived, medication on the step. And they'd renewed the wrong one. 

I've tried three times to get the website to add my new Rx, which is a smaller dose of another one, but I now need both together to arrive at the right dose. They can't seem to get this concept.

So, urgent message on my doctor portal asking them to be sure the online pharmacy has in fact contacted them, as they claim, for a refill rx.  

At this point I'm having to split pills in the bigger dose to get the additional 50% dosage.  Today I was expecting to get the right size dose. 

 

Then it was lunchtime and I had the rest of the steamed baby potatoes diced and roasted in olive oil and salt, with the last of the tuna salad and mint sauce.

This was definitely good. No complaints here.

Then I agonized for a bit, in view of the renewed heatwave this week, whether to reschedule the hearing aid fitting. I don't think I can handle driving to the next town for a long appointment, then home, in 100°f, which is the previous day, cooling only to the low 90s.

And the house cleaners have been having scheduling problems, so if they show up this week, they'll have to work around me, too hot for me to go out while they work. I don't like this so much, but oh well.

So after all that I finally started reading and doing some being. Well, some pinloom weaving and reading.

 I don't think I'm temperamentally suited to just being. I made a carafe of suntea to keep me going anyway!

Happy day, everyone! Try a bit of just being and see if you can manage it, then explain to me how.

New friends, Textiles and Tea

This morning was about stitching my pages, just folded back wrong sides together, and stitched around with embroidery floss.  The slot and tab thing happens later.

Here are three pages, one side then the other 

Then the afternoon was Tuesday Knitting Group, and since school was out today, we had the pleasure of a little girl starting crochet, while her mother looked on. 

Another knitter taught her the start of Granny squares, and I found a sample of them in my bag, to show her, this notebook with gs covers, seen from both sides 

It's my purse notebook, made when I had a surfeit of embroidery floss.

And while the granny squarers worked, 

the mom and I had a great convo about Indian textiles. She knew quite a bit about the kawandi I'm interested in, also kantha stitching and Gujarati stitching, the kind with the tiny mirrors embedded, so we were very pleased with each other. She took a picture of her daughter with me before they left, very cool 

Other chat ranged over young people starting crafts, artists and musicians finding everything new all the time, how knitting is not work, it's entertainment, wire jewelry,  and more. Cheerful, no apocalyptic chat. 

Then home to Textiles and Tea with Demetrio Lazo,  a wonderful weaver and dyer from a long family tradition in Oaxaca, who teaches as well as makes massive rugs in traditional and newly creative designs. He has children one of whom is already committed to a career in weaving in the family business.

He teaches weaving and dyeing workshops, as well as producing sought-after work of his own

look at the size of this rug loom. He says its really a dance to manage the harnesses. A rug takes about three months.

This makes a person want to sign up and rush to Oaxaca to do this dyeing workshop. Natural and synthetic dyes, including cochineal and indigo, which grows in Mexico.

and the last entry here is a reference book he uses and approves. It's the one you see above, open on the loom to the design he's working on.

I have to cop to falling asleep and missing a bit, cup of tea in my hand, narrowly averting a spill, but it had been a busy day one way and another.

Then supper, which looked pretty good considering it consisted of odd things lying around. Sweet potato tortillas under a  bed of steamed spinach, poached egg on top, roast potatoes.

I find a great way to get potatoes tender inside and all crisp outside is to microwave them whole till tender, then dice and roast them in the toaster oven. Seasalt, black pepper, olive oil great.

Happy day, everyone, mine was wonderful.