My Days
Sometimes my days are overwhelming. I know what I can do to keep our home running. I am one individual needing to be the responsible one for the two of us. It may seem at times that I am loosing. I may loose a battle, or more than one, but I intend on winning the war.
I have never been 89, that is where Dennis is at. I have never allowed myself to not be in the present. Hey, how would it feel to be me, myself and I! I didn’t sign up for that. I see each day clearly and what that day entails. I don’t know how mindsets erode. I don’t care to know. I know that I feel very strongly in doing the best I can each day and I will stand up for “that best” and suffer the consequences.
So that’s enough about that.
In the studio this morning, I brought forth three projects that I will be working on. I started two of them some time ago. Lena started her project decades ago. I wish I knew how she intended it to be finished. I am and will leave them setting on the church tables so when I look at them, they will need to be dealt with. No additional material is needed, just puzzling them over and over in my mind until the lightbulb flashes. In part that is what keeps me going . . . never being without something challenging to do.
When the challenging things can be set aside, I have my quiet hand stitching to become enmeshed in. I love it. I love a balanced day.
The wind did howl last night. Every once in awhile a gust of wind made the awning on the west side of the house buck, aka: my bedroom porch, but not enough to keep me awake.
This afternoon our drive is bare and dry, but make no mistake, Winter is here.
With that I will take my leave. ♥