I am thinking…how challenging it is to accomplish all that I would like when it is so satisfying just to sit and read/listen/watch/or just be on these still days.
I am thankful…for most every little thing, to be honest. A few tense and dangerous drives in the last few snowy weeks will do that!
In the kitchen…breakfast was toast with the last of the bread from my current favorite cookbook. For lunch, I made a batch of nori rolls for my deario to take on the road with him and enjoyed mine with another episode of Broadchurch.
I am wearing…my winter layers. Today that is warm brown socks, stripey leg warmers made from worn tights, furry-lined boots, soft cropped coral-pink organic cotton pants under a brown thrift-store long-sleeved cotton knit dress, a grey-brown long organic cotton on top of it all wrapped tight and pinned with an old pin of my mom’s, brown fingerless mitts from Salina and a knit hat that comes off and on according to which room I am in. I was just thinking this morning as I donned all of this, of the warm days to come when getting dressed will mean one simple dress to pull on!
I am creating…a little video for my Small Meadow Post e-card service, to show how it works and why I created it in the first place. It’s a slow process as I learn the technology, wait for the pieces of it to bubble up inside of me, work on being brave enough to actually do the voice-over.
I am going…to Portland, Maine in a week to visit my eldest son, dear friends and celebrate my 56th birthday.
I am wondering…if I will fall in love with watercolor and journaling now that I’ve finally signed up for a class. It’s only taken twenty years of considering it…
I am reading…Lark Rise To Candleford, a Marcia Willett novel, and Finding the Deep River Within. I’ve had Lark Rise for thirty-some years, watched the series many years ago and am finding the book very different than I expected. It is not the novel I thought it would be, more a reminiscence with lots of details of customs, village life, and the rhythms of the English countryside which are much lost. It is wonderfully interesting. The MW novel is so, so…as they all have been. I continue to search for books that satisfy as much as my Rosamunde Pilchers, Elizabeth Goudge’s and Miss Read’s have. The last is the book we are reading at Wisteria & Sunshine. It is deep indeed, and the one chapter a week pace we are setting is just right. I’ve got a Kate Atkinson novel in the wings.