Almost done.

Thanks for your kind comments, even for the encouragement that I write a book!
Wow.
But either you have been drinking while surfing the blogosphere, OR you are just deluded and generous by nature.
I occasionally can put a good spin on a story, or two. I can even sometimes get into it enough that it sounds pretty good, even to me.
But a book. I don't think I have it in me, folks, even though I must admit, it was nice to hear.
Today was rainy, for the most part, with some snow flurries thrown in for good measure.

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But you can't tell me it isn't spring, no matter what the weather throws our way.
I was hoping to wait and put pictures up SOON ...of my new porch.
But old houses have a way of making you do things at THEIR pace.

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And a rotten post, and 2ft of rotten wall did just that.
Brings to mind that phrase, 'rotten to the core'.

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But with a little ingenuity....not mine......we will prevail.

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This was my house 5 years ago, when I purchased it. Can you see why DH was about to put his remaining hair from his head??

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And here it is today....not quite finished, messy and not picked up. But a big improvement, yes???

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My builder had to go get his truck fixed this afternoon, so there was a break in the noise and commotion which is usually right outside my window. It was a welcome sort of quiet. He usually has country music blaring while he works, which is fine.
But today I listened to Dave Matthews, and Sade, and Pearl Jam, with a little Van Morrison, some Foreigner, and James Taylor. I was weaving a custom blue jean rug.
I love blue jeans, and I love them in a rug.

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Today the afternoon was mine, and I was remembering what I love about the studio. Like strokes of a brush, the music, the cat under my arm, the texture of old jeans, the thump of the beater, the harnesses up, then down, the snip, snip of my scissors, the rhythm of my feet on the treadles; all together they paint a picture of serenity and simplicity.

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And isn't that what we all want, eventually?