You know in movies sometimes, when you are made to focus on a character who is moving at a normal pace, or maybe sitting, while everyone around them rushes by in fast-forward?
Yeah. It's March already. How did that happen? This new year seems to be hurrying along all right. Or maybe it's just that I'm getting older. In fact, it's probably that I'm getting older. But I would rather think that it has something to do with a time dilation device hidden somewhere in my house that is making me feel like that slowed down person in a crowd that flies by.
Actually, I don't mind. I'm quite enjoying myself lately. My family all came down with a cold, the weird weather dipped back down into the 30's at night, and we spent a nice weekend reading books by a crackling fire...pretty much morning till evening.
I've made jam.
Gave into the springtime compulsion to buy more chickens. Meet Roberta and Peeves.
I started the first step in rearranging my sewing room into a space where I feel I can make...anything. This step included putting away the huge quilting rack, painting another chalkboard wall, and making a place for my art supplies.
Then I painted.
And mixed-media-ed. I don't know what you call it when you're working on a mixed media piece. I just don't. Sorry.
But mostly I've just done the normal, mundane, comfortable things that anchor us to our little sphere of life. Like laundry. School. Grocery shopping. Y'know, the little things that, when done without a break for too long, will kill your spirit by sheer monotony, but when spelled by getaways, surprise visits, and out-of-the-ordinary errands, make you sane. Know what I mean?
Time to go eat some jam.