good morning
gaslight lilies this morning
Foggy morning - usually equals hot day later.
Dave and Johnny are getting ready to leave for their day in the woods cutting steel for scrap. My plans - get something done today in the studio. Last Wednesday, which is usually my best work day I watched the grandkids and so got nothing done and I'm behind on orders.
I'm always complaining anymore about how I wish I could write more or write better or write something different. But the problem is that I don't want to sit down and put the time into writing detailed accounts or detailed fiction right now. It takes time and time seems too short. I do think about my future perfect life when I will have time - so much time! Back when I felt like I was writing better stuff the art group was really a writing group so every week I had at least a half hour to write. That's all I really need.
I dreamed last night that Dave and I moved to Denver and had to live in a little tiny apartment with no bedrooms and no real kitchen (there was a kitchen sink). We still had the 3 kids at home (Jules, Chloe and Johnny) and it was at the time in our lives when Johnny was a baby. We were so poor and had moved out there to make a new start. There was no place to put anything and I was sad that I had no art supplies. There was no washer or drier either so I knew I would have to put baby Johnny into the backpack and carry the laundry to the laundromat everyday and carry all our groceries too. I can't figure out a meaning for this dream but it sure has stuck with me all morning. In the dream though I was trying to be calm and accept it all and make the best of it. I thought I might enjoy getting outside everyday to walk to shop and do laundry. I had no art to do so it didn't matter if I used up all my time in getting the bare essentials done. I actually did live this life style back when Jules was a baby and Pat and I lived on the Russian River in a basement apartment. I did have a little watercolor set but didn't use it much - it seemed enough to see things - didn't have time or the need to paint them. And of course back then we did smoke a lot of pot and that in itself took time. Having a baby took a lot of time. I did read a lot. I think it is so funny how in different times in my life I have had such different lifestyles. Here I am at this time, doing these things: caring for mom in our childhood home, interneting a lot, having a jewelry studio, barely reading anything or reading what I do read very slowly, having a flower garden, taking photos.
Breakfast time at the computer is done - time to get on with my day...
web on the bird feeder pole