Believe it or not, I took my laptop on vacation. I decided to spend some of my days away in retreat mode. I have yet to fully embrace writing again, doing little bits and pieces of work on my novel, but not hunkering down into a schedule like I had before the events of last fall. I’m hoping that will change and maybe this trip will provide the catalyst. It remains to be seen.
I spent some time late one night working on the hangers for my hook projects. I got a couple of the holes drilled into the sheetrock. It was hard not to think about that on the flight to Oregon. There is so much time to kill on a small plane that doesn’t provide music or tv channels. I read for a while, but you know, only so much screen time with these old eyes.
The painter brought another set of colors for the accent color on the beams and shutters around the house. One dark chocolaty brown is a possibility, but we decided to change tacks and try a charcoal grey. He will have leave the brown I sort of liked, (1 out of 4) and put up a grey for me to compare with when I return. What a process! Nothing has looked on the house like it does on the sample fan deck. He said that’s totally normal, it’s why he brings the little samples to try out. He’s been doing this a long time and learned a few lessons along the way.
We’re flying above fabulous white clouds, an ocean of frosting. I’m wondering what is going on back on earth while I’m up here. Another mass shooting somewhere? What a sad, sad state of affairs America is in right now. We need Abraham Lincoln at the helm, with his calm demeanor, plus a little Thomas Jefferson wisdom thrown in. Maybe it would help if everyone would read about these two men, and what they faced, and how they faced it.