Friday, February 19, 2010
The end of the week
I've been feeling sad about not posting, but I haven't had anything come to mind other than the fragments that are flying around in my head on a regular basis. Lots more thoughts about the conversation about letter writing, which, in turn, brought back more childhood memories that I probably need to put to paper one day...mostly for myself. A purging, of sorts. Maybe looking at all of it on paper will cause it all to make more sense than how it feels when these things are flying around in my head like little meteors.
Our new family member has kept us on our toes. She is a rambunctious teenager, one who was dominant and in charge in her first home and isn't allowed to be here. She is now trying to decide which one of us is her alpha.
I've been hooking a lot this past couple of weeks, and am almost finished with my project started far too long ago. It's great to be back at work. I am watching to make sure I don't mess up my neck again like I did last year.
On the nightstand is a book called "On Mexican Time". Written in the mid-late 80s, it's about a writer and his artist wife who escape Los Angeles and move to San Miguel de Allende. My father brought us up to believe that one never ever should cross the border into Mexico, so I've only visited Baja a couple of times in my (misspent) youth. This is really a nice escape on these grey winter days...and once again is stirring up my desire to visit the town in Mexico where my father's family came from. Con tiempo.
Have a good weekend...