The wind is conducting a perfect orchestra with my wind chimes this morning. At first I worried it would bother the neighbors…and then I got over it.
I’m on the prowl for an idea for this giant canvas we bought to be placed over our very own fireplace. (The excitement the newness brings is still fairly potent.) I have a couple of ideas involving squares, but not something that’s completely geometric. It’s such a huge piece that I may have to go buy the main color I want so I don’t have to mix it. I hate doing that because it takes away from the originality a little bit, but I’ll save quite a bit of paint this way. Or maybe I’ll try it first without and see how much of a hassle it is.
The neighborhood is quiet during the day. I’m headed to the deck to finish one of my dozens of books on babies. I figure, even if there’s conflicting advice every which way I turn my ears, it’s difficult to have TOO much information, right? That may not be true. Every single stranger that has stopped me to ask about my basketball belly has vastly different advice – for which I don’t even ask for in the first place. In the end I always go with my gut anyway – and my gut is telling me not to waste my time, but for sanity’s sake, I’ll read. And I eagerly await the day that the unwanted advice stops following me around like a puppy.
Still waiting on baby…still insanely calm…amazing. Maybe later I’ll go fall up a tree. I haven’t done that in a while.
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