Youngest child still has her cold, sheds crumpled tissues wherever she's been, her blithe disinterest in housekeeping inherited from me. If I squint, maybe I can imagine that I am in a sunny field, looking up at summer clouds...?
um... no, not really.
January 2009 Archives
This footstool, more than a little the worse for wear, came from my grandmother's house.
Icicles on the front porch. Or perhaps a graph of how I'm feeling about the weather.
Looking like clouds, perhaps.
Went to see The Seafarer at City Theatre tonight. This is part of the set from the first act.
Expecting two to four inches of snow, sleet, and ice overnight, with more of the same forecast for the day tomorrow. School will start at least two hours late, that much has been announced, but I wouldn't be too surprised to see a weather holiday.
Nearly burned.
Every time I paint an orange, I learn something new; something surprises me.
Cotton knit loop for a child's loom. We discovered that we have enough to warp the loom, but not enough left to weave a pot-holder. (And we have more than enough to find spare loops around the house.) Maybe we'll use old t-shirt bits or left-over yarn to weave with, instead. Maybe we'll put it away again. Maybe we'll leave it on the table for three-and-a-half weeks while we make up our minds.
Unplugged, for the start of the weekend.
Carrots left after supper.
Ready for school tomorrow, the backpack is open. Behind it is the newly-completed science project board, folded for travel.
We marked today's inauguration with dinner at home and then champagne.
Heart full of gratitude tonight, for moments small and large. Happy to sit still and notice that.
Wishing and hoping.
(Late at night, they dance on the table top.)
Half a saltine. A quiet day. A found day. I love having an unexpected day off. Spent most of it reading Jane Austen and helping our youngest learn a new way to make friendship bracelets. Then went out for a drink and came back with my head full of ideas.
And while we only had a two-hour delay today, tomorrow all the local schools will be closed for the cold weather, giving us a four-day holiday, which will then be followed by the inauguration... Plenty of time to enjoy the warmth of household and family, to reflect on history, act in service, and look towards the future.
A two hour school delay has already been called for tomorrow - we're expecting more snow and bitter cold in the morning.
Just a little bit of proofreading to do before I sleep...
Two from the coffee table. I liked the thought of drawing pencils in pen.
Two cups on the table on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Local, lumpy, and flavorful.
Almost the weekend. We knit and talked and laughed and now she's asleep.
Graphite and then gouache for three walnut pieces.
A faucet not quite turned off. A sink overflowed. On the first floor, a sudden and unexpected rainstorm. Some running up and down stairs with towels. One spaghetti pot, one stock pot, one large mixing bowl, and the nearby Ficus tree are put beneath the steadiest of the dripping. After it dries out, all will be o.k., I think. Already the drops have slowed.
One of a pair of blue glass earrings I got a couple of years ago at an art fair.
Mixing wet color and china marker resist.
Last night of winter vacation. I lean back, resting, then decide I'll draw my right foot.
A wooden turtle swims in an imaginary ocean.
My fingers, if they were purple.
Spent today puttering around the house, working on small projects, thinking about the year ahead, and cooking a big family dinner.
Oh, and the AP picked up a story about our Pittsburgh Signs Project book, so we jumped up and down a bit and sent links to friends.
