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Day Nine

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I happened upon Don staring down into his studio this morning.

This may be the best gift I’ve ever given anyone. He truly loves it and talks about it a lot, much more now that we have it downstairs in the living room. He even took photos of it the other day to send to our friend in San Diego. He considers it his most valuable possession. That warms my heart.

This sparked a conversation about moving the Folk Art house to a slightly different place in the kitchen, which, after a lot of back-and-forth, turned out very well. I’d take a picture now – I tried – but there’s too much sun pouring in those windows at the moment. Not a bad problem to have, of course. Hopefully, I’ll get a photo later today and share it with you tomorrow.

As I said, it’s sunny, but it’s cold. And guess what? We’re getting snow tomorrow. Thankfully, it will turn into rain eventually and it will disappear in a day or so. We’re not going anywhere anyway, so bring it on.

We took a short drive yesterday, just to get out and see the world around us. We didn’t leave the car, but we drove around our little town and into the neighboring (and bigger) town. There were  far fewer people out on the streets, though we were dumbfounded by the sight of the seasonal ice cream stand being open for business with a gaggle of young people clustered together at the window. Are you kidding me? The more we thought about it over the course of the day, the angrier we got. These are the people who are dangerous at this point – to themselves and others. What the heck are they thinking? Answer: They’re not  thinking.

I finished The Sisters  this morning. It was absolutely wonderful and endlessly fascinating. I’m still in a non-fiction mood, so I’ll look at my TBR pile and find something new to read. I worked on the dollhouse the day before yesterday, adding more stones to the exterior. I didn’t do it yesterday because I was so tired, but I’ll be back at it today. Maybe I have a finished exterior to show for this Self-Isolating-Stay-In-Place-Social-Distancing  time in my life.

Our feel-good movie last night was Hoosiers. Heavens, I love that movie. It’s pitch-perfect on every level. We rented it on Amazon Prime even though we own it because our DVD player isn’t working. Anyway, we hadn’t seen it together in a long, long time and we loved it.

We’re hanging in there on Day Nine. How are you doing?

Happy Sunday.

Day Six

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Mini Sheltering-in-Place.

Good morning. It’s a rainy day here in our neck of the woods. It doesn’t help that there’s no sunshine, but on the other hand, we need the rain. So I’m going to don my big girl pants and not let it get to me.

I’m currently contemplating how to structure my time. With so much home time ahead of me, should I put a loose structure in place? And if so, what would that be?  I am usually okay with letting the day unfold. Aside from blogging every single morning, the rest of any given day’s structure is relatively undefined. Obviously, at some point I eat lunch, I vacuum every other day, I do laundry. I read. But I’m thinking that I might experiment with more defined segments of the day.

Obviously, when I can finally get outside to garden and do garden clean-up, that will help. But that’s most likely a couple of weeks away.

Any thoughts on this? Are you finding the need to impose some sort of structure to your days?

Meanwhile, we watched Moonstruck  last night. We needed some happy. It’s such a gem, there’s not a false moment. Great screenplay by John Patrick Shanley, direction by Norman Jewison, and a brilliant cast. It’s on TCM On Demand, if you think you might want to watch it.

Still reading The Sisters  and I’m rather riveted. Don’s reading about the Arctic and is also reading M Train  by Patti Smith. And every afternoon I am privileged to listen to him play his guitar. It’s very calming.

I hope you’re all well and that you’re finding ways to enjoy these days at home.

Happy Thursday.

 

Books, Errands, Minis

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The teeny sofa is living temporarily on the cubby. I placed it there to take some photos and Don likes looking at it.

But I’ll move it soon. My husband, though wonderful in every way, is a big guy and has a tendency to knock into things and then those things break or fall out of their pots (an incident with potted plants a couple of days ago.) So I think I’ll move it to a more protected area. He is 6′ 4½” after all.

This will be rather short as we have some errands to run this morning and activities are often put on hold because I have a blog post to write, which always takes priority in the mornings. Nothing exciting; grocery shopping, etc., but Don woke up very, very early this morning and wants to get things done so he can home and crash. I don’t blame him.

I also cannot wait until I have some free time to finish The Night Circus. I reluctantly put it down to write this and make more coffee (Don is off doing the recycling at the moment) so we can have a cup together before we take off on our errands.

It took me a while to get into the book. I suspect that had everything to do with my state of mind, rather than the book itself, which is magical and wondrous and gut-wrenching. I’m enchanted by it. I care for the characters. Erin Morgenstern, the author, is stunningly talented. For the last two or three days, I’ve been reading it in great chunks and, if I had my druthers at the moment, would read non-stop until I finished. But that will be my afternoon treat.

I have to remember to run over to Rick and Doug’s and water their plants, as they are away for a couple of weeks. And then I have to remember to water mine!

Happy Saturday.

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