The weather is too warm for the third of November. I don’t trust it, but I don’t mind it, either. Either way, I must do something about what’s ahead:
Things to Keep Me Alive Through Winter, Upon the Assumption that Love Alone Cannot Sustain All
- Paint with those jewels of watercolors and paper and brushes and pencils, in the hope of making interesting pictures with them.
- paint every day. draw every day. write about what I paint or draw. every day. even if it’s hard at first.
- Hang my wedding-dress-to-be on the dress form, so that the work and play of stitching might begin in my head to prepare my hands for the making.
- quilt trunk comes back to the bedroom, jewelry case leaves, sewing machine lands atop the bedside bookshelves, maybe.
- Cook good food from the stacks and stacks of books that belong to me but used to belong to the person who taught me to make chocolate pudding from scratch.
- teach the small person to make chocolate pudding. eat. repeat. feed other people I like and love.
- Make shelves or room on the shelves for those books and even the ones that don’t have recipes in them.
- power tools are fun.
- Sleep enough hours every night in this lovely bed on this lovely pillow and under these lovely quilts and comforters with this lovely boy to make the days pass just a little faster.
- yes, all of that.
There are more, but do you notice a theme with the bullet points?
Survival is the base goal, but maybe if I do enough hustling toward higher ground, happiness will happen even in the dark days.
That’ll do nicely.