That’s all for now.
Happy Hath Day! (September 30th)
Archive for September, 2022
Starry Night becomes Sunflowers
I wish I could say I finished something but, nope. Still I like seeing progress. A couple things are getting close.
The next two hats are nearing the decreasing section.
The scrappy slipper socks are at the cuff stage.
I hate/love following my passion. There are only so many hours a day and somethings get lost in the shuffle. Like recorders and pianos and singing. Like writing and editing. Like other artwork. I miss those pursuits. Like old friends and family. Yet the knitting is calling. I barely put half an hour on the diamond painting. I’m putting in about the same on the treadmill. It’s something! More than I’d get done otherwise.
In Falling Snow: A Novel by Mary-Rose MacColl
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Despite my brain’s inability to go with the author, Mary-Rose MacColl, and Orlah Cassidy (Narrator) between past and present for the characters’ present embodiment, I still loved this book. No matter past or present, the characters were exciting and lovable.
Maybe if you have the written word to look at and help orient whose point of view and when this story
progresses might be more accessible. Ms. Cassidy did vary her voice to inform the listener. Even still, I had managed about 50% of the story when I felt so totally lost that I started over. I found myself confused. But I relaxed, let the story take me where it would, and soon, I found the end. I hated that it was over. I did love the characters and voices so much!
It was interesting to read about the women of the first world war. I highly recommend this read.
Per Linda:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. Enjoy!
Homing in on the word of the day makes me realize what a home body I’ve become. My roots grow deep especially these last few years. Sitting and knitting on homespun yarn, making socks and hats helps me ground myself, keep my hands busy, and mind open to whatever meditations that leads to.
What I am not is homemaker. Four adults live here. Four adult clean, cook and keep home. Though sometimes that range is rangey and the deer and the antelope, well, you know.
Since the bear and other toy haven’t progressed at all since last seen they don’t rate a picture. I promise, this weekend I’ll stuff, sew, and make faces. On them and myself!
I’m really enjoying this.
What are you watching?
Darswords 
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