Morning pages
It's 7:16 AM, I'm making myself get up at the right time, because my system is all out of whack. Changing the time has really messed me up. I stay up too late, or go to bed earlier than usual and can't get up at the sunrise.
I am in the loft, dressed in dark red, sitting in my glider, waiting for the deer to come. I see a few birds, even a big crow, but no deer. They ate one bowl of food last night. I'm sad that winter and snow are coming to an end. I won't be able to see my deer for eight or nine months! Only when they appear alongside the road.
I have loved watching them. I have just loved being able to see them each day all winter, sometimes twice a day as they come at both sides of daylight. In the winter those sides are close together. Perhaps I'll happen upon a fawn nestled in the tall grass in Canary Meadow!
Last night, I closed the door to the loft, as it gets too hot to sleep now that it's not so cold outside. I wanted to make sure there was enough heat downstairs for Abraham. When I opened the door this morning, I was amazed how hot it was in here. Even the metal handicap rail alongside the door was warm.
So I'm sitting in here, journaling on my ipod which has a little microphone on it. It's so much faster to speak it, even having to dictate commas, periods and new paragraphs. It's a great option. When I pause to put my thought into the written word, it leaves gaps. It also messes up some of the words, probably because I am whispering.
I can see that one bowl is empty. I don't think the deer came while I sat here, even though I can't see the whole top of the hill from my angle.
Maryjane is still asleep, which is good for her. She has a much more stressful busy life than I have.
I am in the loft, dressed in dark red, sitting in my glider, waiting for the deer to come. I see a few birds, even a big crow, but no deer. They ate one bowl of food last night. I'm sad that winter and snow are coming to an end. I won't be able to see my deer for eight or nine months! Only when they appear alongside the road.
I have loved watching them. I have just loved being able to see them each day all winter, sometimes twice a day as they come at both sides of daylight. In the winter those sides are close together. Perhaps I'll happen upon a fawn nestled in the tall grass in Canary Meadow!
Last night, I closed the door to the loft, as it gets too hot to sleep now that it's not so cold outside. I wanted to make sure there was enough heat downstairs for Abraham. When I opened the door this morning, I was amazed how hot it was in here. Even the metal handicap rail alongside the door was warm.
So I'm sitting in here, journaling on my ipod which has a little microphone on it. It's so much faster to speak it, even having to dictate commas, periods and new paragraphs. It's a great option. When I pause to put my thought into the written word, it leaves gaps. It also messes up some of the words, probably because I am whispering.
I can see that one bowl is empty. I don't think the deer came while I sat here, even though I can't see the whole top of the hill from my angle.
Maryjane is still asleep, which is good for her. She has a much more stressful busy life than I have.