Archive for Mar 2007

Tue Mar 20 23:16:53 2007

Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring.

                                 from "Te Deum" by Charles Reznikoff




Fri Mar 16 17:25:49 2007

The Husband has been away this week attending the SeLinux Symposium in Baltimore. I am not sure how much he has been enjoying himself, but I have been having a fine time. In the past few days, I have: reorganized the bedroom closets and made a trip to Goodwill; ironed the enormous pile of wrinkly cotton things and visited the dry cleaner; denuded the bathroom fan of its furry pelt of gray goodness and bleached the grout; shredded forests of paper and tidied my bit of the office; made one of The Husband's birthday presents and drawn up a quilting plan.

Yes, a plan. Basically, every other Friday I will go to my mother's and I will work on x project until it reaches y stage and only then will I leave my mother's to grocery shop and clean the house. Quilting is what I want to do, but housekeeping and food shopping is what I tell myself I need to do. If I keep doing what I think I need to do, then I will never get any quilting done and I will feel pissy the entire time I am flitting about the produce aisle.

To keep myself from feeling overwhelmed, I am sticking to small projects such as simple quilted placemats and table runners. Nothing even as big as a wall quilt. Not yet. Maybe, over the summer when I have full weekends off, but then I will work every Friday and so won't be able to quilt with Mom and ... crap. I could quilt on my own, but I'm not half as productive on my own as I am with other people.

Anyway, placemats and runners. I love placemats, but the one's from the shops never seem to last as long as I would like. So I will make nice, sturdy, washable quilted cotton ones and our table will be all purty and shit. And, maybe, we'll stop using it as the Table of Holding and eat off it more than twice a week. I would l like, on the nights I am home for supper, to sit down at a tidy dining room table with set with candles and placemats and eat like civilized folk. We used to. We used to have candles every night and the table ends were not stacked high with papers, books, and bits of mail. Now, we eat in front of the television or amongst the heaps of detrius. It is disheartening. We are civilized. We are grownups. Surely, we can pull our shit together and act like it.




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