Life is quiet for the moment. Days spent driving kids back and forth to where ever, not much else.
Stitching time has been hit or miss the last few days. I've been obsessed with Sonne Spotte but feel 13th Colony Bay calling me. My plan had been to have that completed by July 4th. I'm no where near having it finished. Fortunately I'm not one of those people that bases the quality of their stitching life by how many things I finish. If that were the case I'd be pretty miserable.
Don't get me wrong. I love finishing things, I love them framed, I love them hanging on the wall, but that's not what it's all about for me. It's just being able to sit down, needle in hand, and chill. That is IT for me.
Today I started thinking about what is happiness. It's one of those simple yet complex questions.
The vision that popped in my mind was my Mamaw's cinnamon toast and hot chocolate. Then I started thinking about her popcorn popped in an old iron skillet sprinkled with Lawry's seasoning salt and an icy cold Coke. My Mamaw thought she was a genius the first time she sprinkled Lawry's on the popcorn. Then I thought about the swing in her yard, twilight and fireflies. I thought about how she smelled. I guess happiness to me is my Mamaw and everything she was to me. I also think of her as summer. She lived across the road from us so I saw her everyday but she was, is summer, to me. Sitting on the carport talking, watching Johnny Carson until it was time to go to bed. Reading a book sitting in her swing, writing in my diary. I found that old diary the other day, I mostly wrote, "Boring" or "Didn't do anything today". But I did write in it every boring day of the summer between 7th and 8th grade.
Over the last week or so I've read a few books:
Twelve Sharp-Janet Evanovich
On Writing-Stephen King(third time I've read this)
Plum Lovin'-Janet Evanovich
How I Write-Janet Evanovich
Grave Surprise-Charlaine Harris-I really loved this book. Compelling main character. It's the second book in this new series, I need to track down the first one.
I've listened to:
The Beach House-James Patterson
To the Nines-Janet Evanovich
I'm currently reading:
Eat, Pray, Love-Elizabeth Gilbert
Currently in the walkman-Shrink Rap-Robert B. Parker
Anyone see Coming to America-Victoria Beckham the other night? I liked it. She's a lot more entertaining than some of our American celebrities. I thought it was a hoot. But there's no accounting for taste huh?
2 comments:
Melissa,
You're a reading fool these days! I'm envious!! I'm so ready for the next Harry Potter book..it's crazy! I know between working, Gia and stitching that it will take a while to read it, but just knowing that I have it will be great. I'll have to be certain and stay away from those who finish and want to "discuss".
Memories of your grandmother made me teary. The grandmother that I was closest to died when I was ten. When I'd go to spend the night with her, she'd make these great hand puppets on the wall in the shadows of the light coming in from the window. I always slept with her and every morning she'd make up my face with tons of powder and bright red lipstick. She loved roller derby and was vivacious and fun 24/7! I hope that one day if Gia decides to have children, I'm the fun grandma! : )
I've only listened to one audio book in my life. I just love to read the words. But camping this weekend, I'm going to try another...for some reason I have a difficult time concentrating when someone else is reading things to me. I'll give it another shot tho.
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