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Table: i remembered we have someone in out Meeting who works with furniture (my request for furniture/cabinet makers on the SF Bay area community has not had any responses). I spoke with him briefly: he'll do a much nicer job than some steel L bracket. Maybe he'll take the retired table, too. Anyhow, i don't think it will be cheap, but i feel good supporting a craftsman i know. (Thanks for the supportive comments about the lack of support!)
Christine is in NC now. We woke at 4:30, had her at the airport at 6. I've had surprises for 6 am flights at SFO before, so she was there more than an hour in advance.
I came home by way of the grocery store, and then returned to bed for a while. I attended Meeting, the first time in three weeks. I was distracted by crochet and dyeing plans, but did think a bit about rest. The meditation i have right now -- a earthen oven with baking bread, a place i add wood to burn, a long simmering stew pot -- is a meditation on transformation, consumption and creation. But i found myself thinking about how one so often should take foods from the oven and let them rest -- yet they continue cooking then. It's a lesson i have a hard time learning: that "just sitting there" can be transformative and nurturing and NECESSARY. It's the lesson of winter, too.
Home via OfficeMax, where the sales associates sweep down on me mercilessly. Assistance was offered by three different associates, some more than once. Browsing, i found vinyl wall cling things on which you can write with dry erase markers. I now have a white board-like surface right next to my desk. (I need to buy more.) I love it!
In Saturday's post was also new D&D dice for someday actually getting tasks done. There was also a glasses repair kit, and i fixed Christine's sunglasses. I've been oddly active, doing stuff that needed doing, but wasn't exactly pressing. I also broke a "saucer" that i put my tea basket into. I'm running out of the little creme bruleé dishes Christine gave me, and i haven't made creme bruleé yet.
My sister called and liked the green dyed lace top. The top was from a thrift store and i hadn't washed it before dying. Something had caused the yellow dye to not take in spots, so there were blue blotches in the green. Christine thought it looked cool, Laura thought it looked like the Caribbean sea. So, OK.
Edward is still absent, i have to do the litter box, and i have wanted to comment on a number of posts...
But i better eat.
Christine is in NC now. We woke at 4:30, had her at the airport at 6. I've had surprises for 6 am flights at SFO before, so she was there more than an hour in advance.
I came home by way of the grocery store, and then returned to bed for a while. I attended Meeting, the first time in three weeks. I was distracted by crochet and dyeing plans, but did think a bit about rest. The meditation i have right now -- a earthen oven with baking bread, a place i add wood to burn, a long simmering stew pot -- is a meditation on transformation, consumption and creation. But i found myself thinking about how one so often should take foods from the oven and let them rest -- yet they continue cooking then. It's a lesson i have a hard time learning: that "just sitting there" can be transformative and nurturing and NECESSARY. It's the lesson of winter, too.
Home via OfficeMax, where the sales associates sweep down on me mercilessly. Assistance was offered by three different associates, some more than once. Browsing, i found vinyl wall cling things on which you can write with dry erase markers. I now have a white board-like surface right next to my desk. (I need to buy more.) I love it!
In Saturday's post was also new D&D dice for someday actually getting tasks done. There was also a glasses repair kit, and i fixed Christine's sunglasses. I've been oddly active, doing stuff that needed doing, but wasn't exactly pressing. I also broke a "saucer" that i put my tea basket into. I'm running out of the little creme bruleé dishes Christine gave me, and i haven't made creme bruleé yet.
My sister called and liked the green dyed lace top. The top was from a thrift store and i hadn't washed it before dying. Something had caused the yellow dye to not take in spots, so there were blue blotches in the green. Christine thought it looked cool, Laura thought it looked like the Caribbean sea. So, OK.
Edward is still absent, i have to do the litter box, and i have wanted to comment on a number of posts...
But i better eat.
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