I was at Mom's yesterday. She needs someone there most of the time now. Although my brother helps a lot, my days are way too full. My back hurts. The house is a mess. I am scattered. Sometimes just putting a few scraps together makes me feel more together. I enjoy the sense that all those little separate bits are still one somehow. That pieces of a story that fell apart can be put back together in some useful way. The sun rose warm like a promise this morning. The view is more open through the storm thinned trees. It is almost like some trees fell down to give me a sense of space and a better view of the old sea. I suppose any change is a gift of new vision. It is a December walking day. Now where did I put my shoes?
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We are on the edge of cold here and although the days are warm, the edges of day are quite cool. I almost built a fire last night but some snuggling seemed to relieve the chill. I spent some time rearranging furniture, making some additional whispering chairs by wrapping them in cloth and moving them to catch the changing light. Was spends more time indoors now. She follows me around as I sit and stitch.
I think she has devised a direct method for heat transfer. It will be hard to keep her off the cloth soon.
I am working again with lots of indigo thread, it has a warmth I cannot get away from lately. And it is autumn. Things are falling, There is no shortage of bobbins around here.