It look much longer than I thought it would to sand and paint the front stairs. I finished with the fading twilight, and it felt so good to stretch and survey my work. I’m sooooo sore! I should have done all of this in the spring. Molly got tired out just watching. She snuck into the bedroom and she looked so cute we didn’t have the heart to kick her out. I’ll sleep well tonight, but I’ll still have grey-spattered…
I’ve finished all the pressure-washing! I wish I’d thought to take “before” photographs. The difference is substantial. But… I am so sore! Good for nothing today. It’s chilly. Maybe a book…
The very existence of the possibility of a “honey do” list astounded me. You mean, you can make a list of things that need to be done around the house and really expect the hubby to start doing them? Wow!!! Well, it didn’t really work out that way. Both hubby and myself are… well, we’re basically intellectuals, which means that our skill set is often less than practical. And – of course – we’re both working full-time and not getting…
The greyness is comforting, bittersweet, familiar. Is the awareness of the longing itself the meaning? Is there an object for the longing? Is the longing the subject? What is beyond the longing? Where is the between of the longing? “A Lonely Voice” – October Project I keep looking back A lifetime back Across the desert In a desert where no one can explain You tell me God is dancing in the rain I can hear the echo In a maze…
“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are but princesses that are waiting to see us act just once with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that needs our help.†~ Rainer Maria Rilke “Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress.” ~ Viktor Frankl “Spirit borrows from matter the perceptions on which it feeds and restores them to…
My cousin Kim sent me the very short video of my football “girly throw” during the contest in Colorado. I would have gotten more distance if I’d just given up and thrown it underhand. Next year, watch out! Jillian, I’m coming after you!