I am in squash recovery. Processing and preserving 26 litres of pureed squash was a big job. Attila put the last tub into the chest freezer this morning, making room for 26 litres of pureed squash in the freezer was also a big job.
Attila installed and painted siding in the section below the used-new-to-us, smaller, window in the bedroom. Once the caulking has set, he will paint that too, and the job will be done. He has moved on to yard work, as the annual fall yard waste pickup is on Wednesday.
I have been working on my crocheted blanket, stitching in the last ball of yarn now. I will put a simple border around it. I enjoy listening to audio books while sitting and stitching. Because the stitching is repetitive, my mind can fly away. I discovered this form of sweet release when I picked fruit during the summers of my teenage years. There is a beauty to repetition; even when it is physically strenuous, it acts as an anchor while the mind soars. During those long summer days my mind savoured the words I’d read the night before, in those wonderful books I’d managed to find at the library. I read several books a week during those hot months of hard labour.
My winter’s reading, Kristin Lavransdatter, sits quietly by my chair. It waits. I look at it sitting there every day. Some days I think about picking it up, lifting the cover, turning a page. But I do not. I know that once the magic of this story begins for me, there will be no putting it down. I will know when it is time to take the book in hand.
After a very rainy weekend, the sun is shining again, and very welcome it is.
Attila had one more day of his vacation to enjoy, and he chose today. When he took his one week vacation in September, it was cold and cloudy and wet. It is a gift that today, the last day of this years vacation days, the sun is shining.
Date: 2:00 PM EST Monday 6 November 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.7 kPa
Dew point: 2.3°C
Wind: WNW 25 km/h
Visibility: 24 km
“We may go to the moon, but that’s not very far. The greatest distance we have to cover still lies within us.”
Charles de Gaulle
1890 – 1970