I can’t remember what Friday’s child is. Fair of face? Has far to go? Help me out, here.
Today the weather is teetering on the brink. Will the overcast skies give way to sunshine? No telling. But I’m assured that the weekend is going to be lovely, so that’s something. I’m going up north to have lunch with Mom tomorrow–bringing her a belated Easter basket and picking up food on the way. Otherwise, I’ll probably be playing with my art journal and artist trading cards most of the weekend. That’s a form of meditation for me. Of course I’ll have to take Bernice to the barn both days, but I don’t mind that. I bought a bag of carrots so I could treat the horses if they’re still in their stalls when we get there.
Loving the Lisa Scottoline book I’m listening to, “Come Home”. Every time I think I’ve figured out what’s going on, bang. She throws me a curve! I love that in a book. As for actual eyeball-to-page reading, I’m a little ways into Eloisa James’ “A Kiss at Midnight”. It’s a retelling of the Cinderella story and very clever so far. As previously mentioned, I loved her memoir, “Paris in Love”, and decided to read one (or more) of her romances. Truth to tell, I don’t read a lot of romance, not because I don’t love it–I do, obviously–but because when reading time rolls around, I’ve already had my day’s quota of that particular genre, so I usually turn to suspense or non-fiction of some kind. I collect art books, mostly mixed media, but again, they aren’t really about relaxing. If I see a project I want to try, which often happens, I’m likely to get out the materials and go for it–even if it’s the middle of the night.
I’ll be drafting Chapter 3 of “An Outlaw’s Christmas” today–having lots of fun with this one. Time to turn on my happy lamp and transport myself to Blue River, Texas, circa 1915.
Have a joyous weekend.