Well, writing seems to be happening again. That may have something to do with the restoration of a more sane work schedule where I actually have time to think about things rather than react to them. Over the past two weeks, mostly on the weekends, I've written about 5000 words on what seems to be a series of nature and science essays. Since I now can go for walks in the morning (as opposed to getting up, bolting down breakfast, give the cat 10 minutes of attention and then bolting out the door to work until well after the sun is down), I spend some time checking out the lake that is one of my sampling sites and the woods in the park. If I time things just right, the beaver that lives at the east end of the lake is swimming upstream as I am walking down stream. We sort of glance at each other as we pass. S/he doesn't seem in the least disturbed by my presence anymore.
I like walking at sunrise or sunset because of the light and the way the water affects the air, especially in the morning when there is a mist rising. Without the stress of wondering how I'm going to get everything done, I can think about other things, and mostly what I think about is why there is mist on that particular morning or how are the trees responding to the warm winter. Things like that. I carry a small notebook that can tuck easily into a pocket so that I have something to jot my thoughts and ideas down on. (Another curse of growing old(er) is not seeming to be able to remember everything...or maybe being old(er), I just have more things to remember.) Anyway, some of those thoughts are the starting points of these essays. I'm not sure anyone but myself will ever want to read them, but at least it is writing and I'm enjoying the whole process.
Another sign of the return of sanity is that I'm now actually taking steps to repair the water damage in my master bath. The toilet seal leaked sometime in October, but rather than just make a mess that I could clean up, it decided to leak water beneath the (very cheap and poorly laid) linoleum. Despite the plumber who I called to fix the leak saying he didn't see any mold or damage, I want the linoleum pulled up (it has a clear water mark the screams "This toilet leaks!") and the subflooring checked and replaced if necessary. I knew it was going to take a bit of work and I just couldn't make myself deal with it when the whole thing happened. So I fixed the toilet and left the floor for another day.
Of course, when I was out looking at flooring, I found some really nice laminate that would look great in my kitchen/dining room. And really, doesn't the kitchen counter need replacing?
I'm ignoring that little voice...Seriously...I'm not listening to it.
Not much in the way of weaving is happening at the moment, but I do have some gorgeous silk on the wheel. It's from Treenway silks
in the color they call Vesuvius Bay Ballet. Treenway is the Cadillac of silk fibers. I love their spinning fiber. Even better, their prices have come down since it changed hands although the fiber and the dying seems just as fine as it ever was. If I ever get my digital camera to talk to my computer and the computer to talk to a photo hosting website whose privacy policies I can understand and trust, I will post a few photos. (That was another project put on the back burner for the past 6 months.) Also, I need to figure out what weirdness is going on with the camera. It seems to have lost a lot of its infrared filtering capability and so anything red comes out crazy weird. I fear the camera may not have liked going for a walk in the rain last fall when all of this started happening.
Ah well, mostly life is back to normal.
(Or what I really hope is normal.)