Sometimes I wonder if the total of my existence is a practice in patience. The Art of Waiting. The Zen of Dealing in the Now. I get so many opportunities.
Anyhoo, this is what I’m up to while I wait for my lungs to clear and my voice to come back.
I found a British detective series at the library starring the 5th Doctor Who (Peter Davison). “Dangerous” Davies is literally the Last Detective his boss would send on a case. He’s a milquetoast, a butt of all jokes, a kind and gentle copper in a department full of cynical creeps. I loved it.
I always need something to do at my craft table when I’m sick. Luckily, the birthday present I made for my therapist took a wrong turn, and I had to rethink it. I’ve been sewing beads for six days now, which is a perfect, mindless activity for a head full of snot. And I like where the piece is heading.
Before I got croupy, I’d cut squares for a quilted wall hanging. A friend, who works at a paint/flooring shop, gave me all their upholstery sample books last summer, and I pulled out bits I thought might look nice in my bedroom. I used a very old scarf of my grandma’s as a focus and built the progression of squares around that. In my infirmary, I’ve sewn the top together, layered it with batting and a back, and am now ready to start quilting. I think it will look lovely on my wall.
I’m not journaling much, but I did try something new. I’ve shifted from paint to organic stuff that stains. Organics like tea and spices are subtle and leave the paper soft. Coffee is my favorite. I make a pot, then take the filter full of wet grounds and scrub it over the paper. The thin filter eventually ruptures and I leave the scattered grounds on the paper all day. Sometimes I add a few drops of ink to the grounds for subtle color.