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Good morning, blog lovers!
The hubster and I don’t really celebrate the day, save to say “Happy Valentine’s” before our usual shower of kisses, but as I am one who is a great believer in sharing love, here is a Valentine Playlist, with songs that stand the test of time. You can even play it for real! Dance and kiss to your heart’s content…
Saturday:
Cleaned the kitchen and a rather filthy and malodorous refrigerator, liberating a myriad of ill used condiments and forgotten foods.
Made focaccia and smoky roasted red pepper and tomato stew with garbanzo beans, delicious.
Enjoyed a beautiful light
That warmed us all.
Sunday:
Got up early, more gorgeous light.
Walked to breakfast, more deliciousness.
Saw beauty everywhere en route home.
Danced and danced to Fleet Foxes “Grown Ocean,”
While my newly bearded man typed and strategized on top-down, multi-player, outer space game functionality.
Watched the moon rise.
Tags: cats
An old love visited me in a dream recently and is now happily ensconced in my conscious, walking beside me, gazing across a crowded room, and every once in a while, if I listen very closely, he whispers something in my ear, though I don’t understand the words.
The hubster and I talked about it (Yup, he’s that cool), how life is that way. The thousand million ways we are bound, six degrees or less, by cables capable of sustaining bridges, others fine filaments scarcely visible to the eye. But each wraps around us every day or for a solitary moment at the most unusual of times, coming in like a flood, in the flesh or the place of dreams, taking up residence, bringing gifts, and sometimes fleeing before we have the chance to ask, Why? My Nana a story, my Aunt Mary a shamrock, my Grandma Frances a scent at the supermarket, my friend Dionne a certain consistency of ice.
Thinking about Joel made me incredibly happy, that we met at just the right moment in our lives, and shared something beautiful, something worth remembering, though not in complete detail. Is that the reason for the visit? So I can sketch the full picture, nuance, light, and shadow, of our time together and embroider it on my heart? Maybe, maybe not, only time will tell.
This is what my life looks like sometimes, with bi-focals. The yellow I’m working on is a cowl for me, now finished and cozy, but in need of a hat and some matching hand warmers, no fingers, so I can take pictures and be touchy-feely. I’m on the hunt for just the right patterns.
I have also learned after making three cowls in a week, it is hard to watch television or a movie without the click click of needles in my hands. I feel sooo still.
p.s. My cats look huge!
Tags: cats
