In A Bookish, Quilty Mood

  The mug pictured above is a pleasure, and a bit of a disappointment. This morning I noticed some of the print is starting to flake off; I just bought this in June for my husband, oi! Yet the messages on this Fred Rogers cup are timeless, and we'll treasure it as long as the words remain. Despite being partially disfigured, the quote in white struck a cord in me today, hence this early morning entry: Often when you think you're at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else. Wow! I'm truly feeling that in my current getting over illness, merging back into my house state. Mostly this sense of newness is related to, ahem, accepting my age. Not that suddenly I'm ancient, but OMG I am certainly not as young as I was, um, previously. How previous? Earlier this year, last summer, pre-covid 2020? I'm not exactly sure, but for discussion's sake, let's say March 2024, when I decided to dip my toes into semi-retirement. When I was still fifty...

  Sewing from two night's ago; oh good did this feel! I'm back in the swing of most activities, although my beloved remains partially sequestered. We did enjoy Blake Snell's no hitter against the Cincinnati Reds last night, watching the San Francisco Giants' victory IN THE SAME ROOM. Social distancing is becoming a chore, but until the threat of covid has been erased, so be the power of six feet of separation. In the meantime.... I've been deeply pondering a 2018 quote by Mark Beaumont, writing for the New Musical Express , concerning Kate Bush's life/work balance. To simply paraphrase Beaumont, Kate Bush has deemed life to take precedence over the work, not the other way round. Further in the article Beaumont notes how her later output never felt like comeback attempts, rather more like priceless views into the attic of Bush's creative soul. Again I'm paraphrasing; here's a link to the article. Boy that quote whirled in my head! Earlier this year I...

I ate lunch in the dining room today, admiring simple chachkas on the plate rail that usually I don't notice. Wow. That's all I can say, in one word. I tested negative Monday afternoon, not expecting it because I had one heck of a sinus headache that morning. Yet I was feeling feisty, sick of isolating, and low and behold, I was negative. OMG, talk about liberty coursing through my veins! I don't mean to make a big deal of this, but I've been positive for SO LONG. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry, lol, and by bedtime I was tuckered out. I slept well, still had a sinus headache this morning, will see my doc tomorrow. My beloved feels much better, but he tested today and is still quite positive, which was a big negative for him. One of these days we'll both be done with covid, and the month of July (and part of early August) will only be a memory. I've been listening to a lot of music lately; yesterday and today have been a Kate Bush bonanza. I first hear...