I'm up early again this morning. My usual is to write for an hour, then go about my day. But, for some reason, Comcast email is down and I feel isolated. It is a very strange thing, because 15 or 20 years ago, email was barely taking a place in the list of options one chose to communicate. It's a bit stunning to contemplate, if you think about such things.
When my email is down, I think about such things. :)
I'm still at retreat for a few more hours. I had trouble finding my focus yesterday, and flitted from this project to that, never settling with one, or finishing anything. I was like a Maria-sized flibbertigibbit.
I started the day by cutting out seaweed. This was for a quilt I started at least two years ago. Once it was cut and pressed, I needed to lay it out to see if it would work. Space is precious, so I hauled it back to my room and laid it out on the bed.
In the meantime, I can pack, and I can smell the roses. The weatherman says it will be raining by midnight. I hope he's right!
Art with Grandma
5 days ago