Time seems to float on by me these days. Sometimes it pauses. I can feel that. I read a chapter, look up, and only moments
have passed. I can sew the whole back of
a quilt, with severe measurement problems and me failures, and only an hour
passes.
Yet, nearing time to sleep, time seems to compress it’s self until little
gets done. No pauses that I notice. Dinner…I read a good mystery while I cook. I keep quiet and simple as does the meal. Dishes?
Gotta find fabric to finish the back of the quilt instead. I have no time to get things done after
dinner if I want to catch a favorite show.
Today, I am taking unworn clothing out of my closet while himself plays computer
games. I shouldn’t feel annoyed as it is
my suggestion that he does his. I’m
bothered in a guilty sort of way. My
stack is bigger than his stack sort of thing.
Time seems wrapped tightly this afternoon.
I need to relax and enjoy the watery sunshine, enjoy visiting Poolie,
enjoy G’s birds fluttering in the trees.
I too need to pause.
Time IS a funny thing. It creeps it flies it drags ... strange.
ReplyDeleteLive in the moments, Mage. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteOne of the most beautiful album quilts I've looked at in a long time. Look at those tulips and the turkey tracks. It probably would meet my mother's quilting standard, too. 12 spi. You know, those seven between needles.
ReplyDeleteYou have a great week.
Time is an odd thing. Because we forget most things, I don't think my life feels any longer than it did decades ago.
ReplyDeleteWill send you an e-mail... huggers, dear friend!
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