Just another wintery day.

From Crazy as a Loom

Do you think this is close enough to the fire????
Well, my feet were freezing all day regardless. Old houses, frigid temps, and WIND. Oh, my.

The word today is balance. I need it, I never have it for long. So when I got up this morning, I told myself how it was going to be. I do that sometimes. Have these little talks with myself.
And what I said was, do some stock rugs that need to get done, and then do something that you want to do, something that moves you.
So I did. I worked on sock rugs, then I moved the Baby Wolf as close to the pellet stove as I could get without setting myself on fire, and I worked played on pinwheel towels. That pattern is still amusing me. Don't laugh. Sometimes it is a good thing to be easily amused. It has served me well all my life.
The phone barely rang all day, a welcome relief. I didn't even play any music today, content to just hear the fire roaring, a comforting sound on a cold wintery day.
Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I poured a hot cup of peppermint tea for the road, and headed out.

From Crazy as a Loom

Driving down the road, the smell of mint wafting through the car, Ottmar Liebert playing guitar like we were on a beach somewhere, the sky to the west looked like it was on fire. But I didn't get fooled by that. Huddled in my quilted coat, with my scarf up around my face, my hand knit mittens on, I knew better.

From Crazy as a Loom

I just wanted to be home, out of the cold. I knew my husband was cooking, and walking through the door would smell wonderful. And it did.
And over dinner, my mother gave us the blow by blow of the Survivor finale. With facial expressions.
Life is good.