Back Forty, coffee pot posts

Saturday morning coffee pot post

Man, aren’t three-day weekends the greatest? If we ever get the option of working four 10-hour days, I think that I’ll go for it.

The coffee is almost gone already because I’ve spent most of my time so far reading emails and comments! Whew! These two discussion groups are terrific (the other one is “thecreativelife”)! But I have to go to the farmers’ market soon. That really shouldn’t sound that way – “have” to go, as if it is some kind of burden. It isn’t. But right now I feel so relaxed and comfortable that it’s a shame to get dressed and leave the house.

I’ve been working sporadically on another path that curves around from the shed, goes across the back, and meets the other one I mulched earlier this year. It’s not really a new path, but the original cardboard layer has decomposed and the weeds were taking it over. The garden has changed back there since I laid the original path too – the apple tree finally croaked, a redbud is growing, and a tree from a neighbor’s yard is dipping down over the back fence. Between leaving when the mosquitoes get to be too much and leaving when the NDN begins telling me about “unclean spirits” not allowing anything to grow, it is slow going. But that’s fine, because nobody ever notices it but me anyway. It’s almost like my secret garden. Except that I have a crazy person who interrupts me to talk about demons. At least there’s a fence between us. I hope that her daughters visit her this weekend and see the change in her. Not that I think much could be done for her, since she doesn’t think she has a problem and she’s not a danger to anyone.

Oof. I draw ‘em like flies to honey.

So. Yesterday, Sandy and I went to a great place for pizza – Sticks and Stones, on Walker Ave., across from another favorite restaurant of mine, Fishbones. Owned by the same folks, actually. But Sticks and Stones is focused on local and organic ingredients! The pizza we got was incredible, with Italian sausage from Cane Creek Farm, a local farm that raises pigs on pasture. Anne-Marie had proposed doing a Slow Food get-together there. I definitely think that it would be a hit, and I wonder if we couldn’t do a standing date there, say on Sunday evenings or afternoons once a month, just as a social thing. The one time I’ve tried this before, people think that it’s a good idea and then don’t show up, but maybe having it in an affordable restaurant/bar would work.

Sandy decided that he loved the color of the walls in the restaurant, so we added buying paint to our list of errands and bought new paint for the dining room, which is a rather awful Carolina blue. Not that I don’t like Chapel Hill, y’all. But we’ve never liked the color. This is a pretty bright Tuscan gold, with a slightly darker color to add texture with a sponge and a textured roller. It might look terrible. But we’ve made paint mistakes before, and we’ve lived with it (the year of the Peptobismol pink living room comes to mind). A change will be nice. I don’t plan to paint it, though. I’ll be busy cleaning and decluttering.

And hopefully having SOME fun in the studio. Yesterday I puttered around out there and before I knew it three hours had gone by. That’s when I know that I’m in the present moment, living my life to the fullest. Time warps and folds. I decided against combining the Elements tapestry covers with Susanne’s papers, and put together a small booklet with some of her papers and a cover cut from a Kandinsky poster book I scavenged. Small enough to fit in my pocketbook, beautiful enough to make me proud of it, simple enough that if I make a mistake I won’t beat myself up over it. I used my Japanese screw punch for the first time on the papers. I might need a smaller size punch bit, but I love the tool. Now it is ready to bind. I’m going to try the Coptic stitch again.

Okay, coffee’s gone. Time to buy my groceries at the farmers’ market.

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