There is one small cloth on the table. I am squaring up the edge. Finishing it. I decided to do that. There are so many small cloths here, and I am asking myself the same question as I look at each one. One at a time. If you had just one day to finish this, how would it go? And then I go do it. We'll see. This one needed a little cloth on the edge. I picked green. It's dark. Hope it looks ok in the morning. But that is the way it went. It's done.
There is one shoop on the mantle. I always remember this childhood system for counting sheep. Two sheep, one shoop.
And it's a dark day. Drizzle before a big rain. They say. I see the drizzle. I will know about the rain when the skylight leaks.
Still so green for this time of year. Makes things seem upside down
Looking at Alphabet Soup. Which lies folded over the front beam of the floor loom. That old quilt. Never done. There are things I've learned since then, things I would have done differently. What if I cut it up? Or dye it? Everything is so funny to me today. Funny as in without attachment. I simply woke up laughing out loud.