Peruvian plans are being made as we speak! Birdiedoc and friends will be off to the mountains where there is almost no oxygen to breathe very soon. They are gathered here to divide up the supplies and make the final decisions before departure. While they are gone, I will be visited by my favorite art instructor, Chirpsy, who will teach book-making skills to all of us who want to learn. She is also my dear SIL and my very dear SAH (sis at heart)! Will will have so much fun while she visits. I hope we will have time to scour the junk shops around here for some good art finds and go for some nice walks by the river... and just have time to be.
Today I listened to some wonderful music by Brooks Williams that made me remember eating watermelons outside on a hot evening and listening to the cicadas as we watched the sun set in glorious shades of pink and gold. I don't know why his music made me think of that, but it was a beautiful memory. I loved the old, hot, and slow days of growing up in the south.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I love my long yellow rubber gloves. They are soft on the inside and shiny on the outside. They warm my hands. They offer protection from many undesirable substances, and they keep my hands clean. They are simple and cheap but provide great service. I have tried pink ones and green ones, but always prefer the sunny, happy flavor of yellow. I think I love them most of all because they make me start a project without thinking about starting. Once I slip them on, it is impossible not to start cleaning. Ordinarily, starting is my problem. I do not mind any cleaning project and can continue for hours once I have begun. It is just the starting that is hard. I wish there were yellow gloves for many other projects I would like to start -like journaling or writing letters to people, or just communicating to people that I care about them and they are loved - or sorting the mountains of paper that appear on all the surfaces of my living space. I will look for "yellow rubber gloves" to remedy those things in my life.