Behind the newly-repotted Christmas cactus is a crockpot of tomato lentil soup, which was delicious. But the counter, people, the counter. Clean, clear — no paper, no bags, no yarn, no little envelopes of buttons that came with shirts last October. No old pay stubs, no paperclips, no bits of ribbon, no broken size 9 circular needles from July. It was about time, and I’m happy. Onward, to the rest of the house!
After such success, what’s left? Why not take the rest of the day off? Well, I wanted to get the Reeves wheel running smoothly, and I accomplished that goal, too. I managed to botch the drive band installation at least five times before I got it right, but I made sure that I didn’t leave any of the too-short or too-thick string on the sparkling-clean counter. I spun a bit on some new fiber that I’ll share with you soon. I’m not sure I’ve got it right yet.
I was moved by so many of the poems I read on Thursday’s (Silent) Poetry Reading. Here are links to just a few:
::Fillyjonk and Wool Over My Eyes had the same brilliant idea::
::Sandy made me long for Spring::
::and thanks to whoever it was who posted Diane Ackerman’s “School Prayer”::