I had a clever title, and then....
I forgot to write it down. But I still wanted to write a post. Not sure about what, but here it is.
It's the kind of post that rings of, well, forgetfulness, lol. Also of gratitude. Maybe a little about chickens? Perhaps. Ruthie continues to behave, and she's been cuddling with Camilla in the evenings when they get ready to go to sleep. That's been adorable!
This is the sort of post that emerges, possibly, when I'm WRITING, hahaha! Well, I didn't write today, but I did yesterday, and will do so tomorrow. Miracles, or the eventual occurrence of miracles, make for a great plot device. I don't want to give away from where this idea sprung, but suffice to say I received a miracle, and my heart needed to write a novel about it.
Oh that's kind of adorable too.
Um, I don't like to put a comma after Oh like in the sentence above because I'm not keen on the long pause that a comma demands. I want the sentence to be read as if Oh is Well or So or Indeed. I also do that in my novels, leaving out a comma after someone says "Oh". So if you find that in one of my books, that's why the comma is absent.
That's not necessarily adorable, merely my personal preference.
Oh, now I remember what the post was going to be about! But at the risk of forgetting, let me clarify why at the beginning of this sentence I did put a comma after Oh - it's because Oh was DEFINITELY being used as a declaration. Okay, so back to what this entry's theme was.... I was going to take a picture of what's currently on the design wall and wax somewhat lyrically about it. It's nearly all sewn together; the bottom two rows need to be attached. I'm thinking it's going to be the center of a medallion quilt, but that's not set in stone. It IS something I've been playing around with for less than a week, and while the Irish Chain pattern fell kind of flat, I like it for what it is. And that's that story.
But I still don't recall what the title concerning it was going to be.
At any rate, I have now amassed a few paragraphs that could be deemed an acceptable blog post. Sometimes I have something pertinent to say, and sometimes I ramble. Sometimes I chat with Future or Past versions of myself. Sometimes I'm serious, sometimes not so much. And sometimes I'm flitting around as though I can't grip solid ground even with bare toes. I think today is that sort of moment. And that's okay.
Because at times all we are is a slice of pie, drifting toward heaven. Or many slices. And, well, I put commas in for definite pauses. Time to pause, breathe, be grateful, and stay the course. Keep the faith. Hang in there. Sometimes I write posts like that too.
