As much fun as the
contemplations of the past several blog posts have been (and I do mean fun - I
enjoy the contemplation even if the best contemplations take place while
enduring life's challenges) I must report that it took roughly four days to
begin to enjoy some pieces of my new life. I had started doing plastic canvas
again in order to solve some storage problems. I've completed 2 drawer
organizers, a calligraphy pen box, and a box to keep CDs in. Those were all
tasks on which I worked. Tonight, I finished a tissue box cover that I plan to
donate to my church for our annual Holiday Blessings program. It didn't feel
like a task. It was fun.
I have been
working my way back toward doing some respectable distance in walking. I've been trying to get 3 miles in each day,
but work got in the way. For the past 3 days, Grace and I officially got in 4.5
miles per day. Unofficially it was a little further as we walked back and forth
near a ball to work on "Leave It!" I should get a pedometer. I can't
say that walking is exactly fun, but I am glad to be able to do it.
On Wednesday
night, I pulled out Storyteller. It's
been quite a while since I read more than the first couple chapters. It's
abundantly clear that revisions need to be done, but I read the first 7
chapters and I didn't want to throw the whole thing in the trash. To paraphrase
a song about which I've complained it looks good, and I must say I'm amazed.
In Thursday's newspaper, Dad and
I found three bits of interest for me. First, there was a lecture Thursday
night about which a friend (thank you, Sara!) told me several weeks ago: "Eugenics
Meets Modern Biotechnology." I know, not something that would get most
people's hearts racing, but mine is singing, "A lecture...a
lecture...and...I...got...to...GO!" I learned about a new and
"revolutionary" method if gene editing that is being accompanied by a
perspective that I think is far too naïve.
Also in the paper, notice that
on Friday afternoon, the Iroquois Avenue Branch library would hold a Poetry Reading.
I attended, along with two people who use poetry to battle their demons. The
important thing is that
I went,
and I read
my
poetry
to
strangers.
And they did not laugh
or swear
or
cringe
or
tell me to hang my head in shame.
I guess it sounded good, and I
must say, I'm amazed.
The
third item in the paper was an article about the lunar eclipse tonight. When I
was working, I didn't feel free to indulge myself with watching the dancing of
the stars and planets. Tonight is a pas de trois. I watched the moonrise. I
went back out and watched what I could of the moon being eclipsed, until the
clouds got in the way. I took lots of pictures and a few aren't too bad. It's
been a long time since I felt free to do something like that.
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