Hello! In the thirties here, but at least the sun’s out today.
K spilled coffee at his work station this morning. A near disaster. I slid a stool next to the table for the cup going forward.
I might quilt this little piece into oblivion were it not for the fact that the backing cloth is an old, ornery, tough pillow case. Ugh! Just a little more stitching, then.
Went to phone calendar to see when Easter was, because, well, you know, and found flights to Florence and Rome. DELETE Found Airbnb reservations in Quebec City. DELETE.
Now? It’s Zoom appointments. Yesterday, with our finance guy. TONIGHT, with both boys. Feels necessary. Also? A little bit of a challenge. Because we span three times zones, I’ll have to be coherent at 10 pm.
Yard waste pick up starts next week. I can’t wait! I’ve filled almost all of our barrels, even with some composting in place.
What are you looking forward to?
When I removed the house shapes after spray painting, I was reminded of Jennifer Coyne Qudeen’s work. She uses house silhouettes with marvelous invention.
The house silhouettes combined with images from the NYTimes Travel section with fantastic result (below). Even the tears make me swoon.
About to settle in for second Zoom writing class of the week, the one I’ve been part of for many years. This one I get to listen more.
Here’s a quick tour of my writing space on this rainy Thursday.
My son didn’t pack Jude’s strays and (ahem) I didn’t remind him. Someday soon, I’ll pop them in the mail to California.
Day SEVEN of HOME CONTAINMENT. I like that phrase better than self-quarantine or isolation. How’s it going with you all?
It was nice to come down to a ready pot of coffee but weird to hear a conference call about technical appendices going on. Fortunately, K didn’t have his camera on because when I walked in front of his screen his colleagues would’ve seen an old bird with weird hair who looked like she just woke up.