Sunday Ahhhhhhh!

This is a peaceful Sunday. I have the mountains of laundry finished from yesterday. There is only a small kitchen mess to tidy from the UFC gathering last night. My report cards are finished. My lovely husband picked up a Timmy's coffee to start my morning. The only thing on my agenda is knitting and meditation.

What's not to like about a Sunday like that?

I like days like this because they allow me to do two things: look back and reflect on the week I just had and get settled and prepped for the week ahead. There is no rushing and feeling late. I can organize to my heart's content or just do something for myself to get centered.

So....what about my knitting? I am currently knitting the foot part of a sock. It is the first of the pair knit with Serendipity Zen Garden string. The colours are yellow, orange and black. Some of it looks bee-ish but they are certainly unique.

I ordered the yarn from woolgirl.com because I was impatiently waiting for their Sock Club to begin. I signed up in January but the initial kit doesn't arrive until April. Of course, since then I have acquired enough yarn to keep me busy until June. Tee hee.

As to my other more recent fixation with meditation, I have homework to do. The course I am taking is for beginners. I feel much like a beginner, surprise, surprise, but am comfortable with some of the exercises.

I am off to work on them now.

Cheers,
T

Opening Day

What a glorious day! Today is the day I save paper! How? Simply by beginning this blog.

I have inherited a notebook/calendar fetish from my father. He bought many stenographer's notepads and ususally used only a few pages at the beginning of them before buying a new one. I find, as I think back, I have just as many hard cover notebooks.

There is the one I started to my daughter before she was born. I think I got to her third day old.

There is one that I wrote a great list of 10. Ten things I wanted to do in my life. I loved that journal. I taped in quotes to make me feel good from a thought a day calendar. I also wrote some not good feelings in it and tore those pages out. Thus, I had to start a new one because the old one did not look like the new feelings I had. The feelings were fresh, the book, not so much.

I have one that has nasty thoughts that I know I will get over but I need to vent and I don't want to sound like the spiteful, emotional brat that I am being at that moment.

Every new adventure gets me a new notebook. I am taking a meditation course....they asked for that notebook. I went to look after my father's affairs when he passed away. That notebook has sticky notes to divide up my thoughts.

While I believe that this blog will allow me to keep putting my thoughts to words, I am sure it will remain just as scattered as the books on my shelves.....in my drawers.....in my book bags...

Cheers, T