Some days don't feel like they have many accomplishments, until you come to write them down...
Yesterday seemed like a waste of time, but I -
Bought and cleaned four nice green aluminium garden chairs (now we can eat at the right height for the table) (from the Dump!);
Put the lid on the gazebo, so we can sit outside under it all Summer;
Made some tiny books and finished, wrapped and priced them;
Fixed a sewing machine and looked at another;
Had lunch with Himself and talked with Cybele, who had brought me a monitor, a sewing machine, and 10 mugs from
Freecycle;
Put up the pea nets and planted the peas;
Weeded the lettuce bed;
Cooked supper (salmon, new potatoes, broccoli from the garden);
Did my
qigong training (Wudang Sword and Kunlun Twining Hands Bagua);
Read two short stories by China Mieville;
Went to the Car Boot and didn't buy anything...
Sorted the Bead Box;
And some other stuff I won't write down here...;
And so on... Perhaps not such a waste of time after all.
Image is of my workbook and diary, with this year's trees...
This isn't my usual style, but I worked out that it was done on the day or very near to the day when I tipped into the diabetes, so perhaps it means something. It's acrylic on board, about 13 by 15 inches, and was done very quickly. Perhaps it's an underpainting for something else. Or perhaps not...
