Almost bedtime on the 31st of July, 2018

I am never bored!

Life is too full of any number of things to do...

As a matter of fact, I have an equation that haunts me....

"Will the number of things I long to do = the time I have left to do them in"

But today I must confess to being bored, and the thoughts

of bed and a half an hour of Netflex

seem quite delightful!

"I'm the child of your rainy Sundays.

I watched time crawl

Over the ceiling.

Like a wounded fly.

A day would last forever,

Making pellets of bread,

Waiting for a branch

On the bare tree to move.

The silence would deepen,

The sky would darken,

As Grandmother knitted

With a ball of black yarn.

I know Heaven's like that.

In eternity's classrooms,

The angels sit like bored children

With their heads bowed."

Charles Simic

Saturday I ran out of "bleached" white thread while

winding a warp..

.

Bleached is important, - it is whiter than white

and there was no way I could substitute one of the cones

in my closet.

So I ordered it online, immediately...

but of course the order didn't get filled until Monday

and posted until Tuesday

and is due to arrive on Thursday!!!

In the meantime the warping board is fully dressed

and both looms are naked, naked, naked

and I have no way to wind another warp to dress them.

I didn't realize how much I was relying on weaving

to fill these  'growing old' days!!

The garden is another spot where I can lose

hours to pure pleasure,

but we are in our eleventh day of extreme heat

and the only time it is comfortable

is early in the cool of the morning.

I could go for a ride on my loved one's scooter.

but there is a wildfire just over the mountain

that has filled the valley with smoke,

and best for the elderly to stay indoors

(I do count myself amongst those who are confined to the house)

(although I did go to the store today and visited

with shoppers and the girls at the till)

Taken out my 

front door, across the valley.

TV bores me at the best of times..

but there are always books!!!

And drawers and closets to clean and 'purge'

and old photographs to sort

(though that might bring on a fit of melancholia)

Or I could make an apricot pie..

or a chocolate cake....

or have an ice cream cone!!!

Oh well, tomorrow is another day..

one day closer to when I can resume weaving

and perhaps the wind will blow the smoke another way

so the air will be fresh

and the thermometer will not be up in the 30's!!

Enough whinging.....

Hope springs eternal

and one must remember

to praise what comes!!