Today is: Saturday, December 19, 2015
I woke up this morning: hot and sweaty with one dog on my left side all snuggled up and the other at my feet all snuggled up. It's not that I mind all that snuggling, but it sure does get hot regardless how cool it is in the room.. :)
I am hearing: the click of the pill cutter as my sweet DH is cutting his pills in half to fill his week's worth of pills in his daily container. Such a mundane thing... but brings to mind how thankful we should be that we can in fact afford the medications we need.
As I look out the window: I see the brightness of the sun as it squiggles through the blinds and lights up the curtains in bright lines of happiness that the day is new and full of promise.
I am thinking: that December is not a really good time to have surgery.. :( While I feel much, much better than before I am still not in such good shape that I can spend all day shopping or working on gifts... Christmas may come in January... who knows? :)
The current book: is another re-read of the Vince Flynn novel
Consent to Kill. I bought a new Vince Flynn book not long ago (can't think of the name of it right now) and as I read it I was appalled to find that it was definitely not written by him.. the quality of the writing was nowhere near what I was accustomed to and my first thought was of
James Patterson and all his ghost writers. So I looked it up. And felt a bit ashamed of myself when I found that
Vince lost his battle with prostate cancer and his Mitch Rapp series was being continued by another writer. While I do not find the books as good as the originals, I suspect that I will continue to read them.
I am thankful for: the gift of life at this particular time in history. Sometimes I think that this may someday be seen as another Dark Ages by the coming historians... We are nothing more than the same people who lived as serfs under kings and lords... working every day and giving away a portion of our earnings to the local lord (or government) for them to spend making love or war at their whim.. As far as I can see not much has changed since the days of Charlemagne. We are still at war with the Muslims .. or at least with the radical Muslims who kill indiscriminately since.. to them.. anyone not a Muslim is an infidel... We still have diseases that have no cure. We still have religious charlatans who dupe the masses into filling their coffers with money while they tell the masses that the most normal and natural things are SINful (I do hate that word)... Young men are sent off to fight in wars and come back filled with the terrors they cannot escape.. I can see very little difference in our lives than at other times in our history... EXCEPT.. today we have the ability to learn for ourselves. Information is everywhere. Learning to read is the norm. We take it for granted. We should not.
Plans: not many. I will sew a bit today. I will work on nalbinding the fingerless glove that I've been working on for a bit... try to get things ready to be mailed on Monday. Perhaps grocery shopping this afternoon. But for the most part... no real plans.
Creatively: not much has happened during the last couple of weeks. Surgery on the 2nd pretty much stopped everything for a while and I am just now feeling almost up to my old self again. I did finish the nalbound hat that I was working on.
Then I spent about 10 minutes dyeing this mystery wool. No idea what I will do with it, but I'm sure something will come to mind.. :)
Well, my feet are cold and I think I'll just mosey on into the living room and put them up in front of the fire. Haven't done any painting but may actually do that sometime later today. :)
Have a lovely day..
