Bernicie got me up at 3:00 this morning–granted, I usually rise at 4:00 anyhow–so I figured I might as well roll out, especially since she was standing on my chest. The cats do that, by turns, but for the Yorkster, it’s a new trick. She wanted to go outside–funny, but she’s not always that picky in her habits, if you know what I mean–so I let her out, tuned in to the Daily Audio Bible, brewed coffee. (I have one of those one-cup dealies and I’d cleaned it yesterday–after several rinses, my first sip of java tasted like soap–so there was some drama over that.) By this time, Bernice had gone back to sleep in her kitchen-bed, perchance to dream. I decided to meditate and headed for the Uncle Harry chair in the living room. I settled in. I fipped on the new app on my iPhone, called “Just Being”. I closed my eyes and settled in–the more I meditate, the better I like it–only to feel tiny paws scrabbling at my legs. Now, it’s one thing to let your thoughts float by, and it’s another to ignore a persistent Yorkie. I have no idea what she wanted, so I gave up and went back to bed. I guess that was where the dog thought I ought to be doing my meditating, because she joined me, and I switched on my iPhone app again and, well, the next thing I knew, it was almost 9:00! Yikes! That’s the middle of the day for me.
We’ve had great weather the last few weeks, but today, the sky is clouded over and we’re expecting some rain. Since we probably need it, and I’ll be in my cozy office writing anyway, I haven’t registered any complaints with the Home Office. Not that He pays much attention to complaints of a weather-type nature. As I’ve said before, He’s not big on ‘why’, either. But ‘how’? That’s another story. I don’t think I’ve ever offered a prayer that began, “Now, how do I–?” and not received an answer. Mind you, I don’t always like the answer, but it’s invariably the right one.
I picked up a new book at the grocery store yesterday–you should have seen the cartload of stuff I had, because I’d been procrastinating about going food shopping–anyway, it’s Pamela Morsi’s “Bitsy’s Bait and BBQ”, and it’s going to be a great read.
As for needing a lot of groceries, well, I’m planning to try Martha Stewart’s famous recipe for Mac and Cheese, and to make the stuff you need about six kinds of crazy rare and, of course, expensive cheeses. (Think food of the gods, available only at Zeus’s Deli on Mount Olympus, premium price.) Does Martha think EVERYBODY owns a multi-billion-dollar media company and can just snap their fingers to make several varieties of artisan cheese appear on their cutting board? (Just kidding, Martha. I’m on your side. No, really.) In any case, you’ll read all about the experiment here.
This weekend, I plan to cut a few hundred (kidding) more hexagon shapes with my handy-dandy Accuquilter, to go toward my black and white quilt. I think it will be a while before I have enough pieces to stitch the thing together. Ditto the mac and cheese–I’ll write about it on this blog.
Since I should be working, I’m going to wrap this up for today.
Be kind. When you put good stuff out there, good stuff comes back to you.