And it's cold.
Living in this old house is an experience. Central heat??? Ha!!!
There is heat, but the temperature in every room is different. In the old part of the house, that is now my working studio, it is cooler, unless you turn on the gas fireplace. I don't like to turn it on, because I think I can hear "ching, ching" of the cost of propane. And usually, we don't need it when we're weaving in there, it gets too hot with it on.
Roy, however, thinks differently.
So we try to accommodate him. Wouldn't you?
The warmest room in the house, and the place to be if you are chilled, is the living room. That's where the pellet stove is, and it's toasty.
This is where we spend our evenings, and where I knit in my pajamas.
My life is so exciting. Ha!
Even though I have downsized my business, and slowed down my life, I am still busy, in a good way. I guess you would say that I always have a purpose in mind. I am not into "willy nilly".
There is so much to do in a day. I can honestly say that I am never bored.
There are bird feeders to keep filled.
Raw energy salad to be made.
Placemats to be hemmed as soon as Lois gets done with them.
And towels to be woven.
Cookies to be made.
And baby grand girls who need to spend time in the chicken coop.
" Come in, Mimi."
I get afraid sometimes. I think it's part of the human condition.
We worry about our health, our family's health. We worry about money, and bills, and a jillion other things. As we get older, we lose people, it's just the way it is. I know people who won't go anywhere, in case the cellar floods, or the power goes out, or whatever.
When I find myself persevering about some imagined difficulty, worrying about something that hasn't happened, I pull myself right back.
Feed the birds, take Dale to the chicken coop, make cookies, weave towels, make that raw energy salad...................
Do the things right in front of you, because really, that's all you have.
Worry and regret: huge waste of my precious life.
Can I hear an amen??????