A pleasant day. A quiet day. As long as I don’t get tangled in negative thinking about not-going-anywhere-for-vacation (and what is our problem, exactly?), I can find a rhythm here that is enjoyable. And productive.
What’s wrong with enjoying the fluttering light in our comfortable first floor, padding out to the garden for a little watering and weeding, and sewing, sorting, and making collages in the basement? Below are a few of the day’s compositions.
Reliable Fence brought the wrong kind of slatted panels and the wrong kind of posts today. We’re replacing our very old fence. Have I mentioned? Installation probably delayed. I kind of hope they fuck up again because the irony tickles me.
It would be an understatement to say that I am incredibly psyched to be reading Deb Lacativa on kindle. I am so proud of her. I am so excited for her. The amount of work that goes into bringing a piece of writing into the world is hard to accurately describe. And she did it! And I am so privileged to have been along for the ride as a beta reader.