I did not tap yesterday. I was still mostly in the mood to bag up every loose item in the house and throw it away. Cat fur. Dust rhinos. Sand, thread, yarn. Needles, Throw-rugs, fabric, pins, yarn. Batteries, bookmarks. Pillows, pictures, paper scraps. Glass beads, stone beads, seed beads, wire. Throw-rugs, dead bugs, Candy wrappers, missing socks. Forks, knives, plates, spoons. Dirty laundry, clean clothes. Shampoo bottles, tissues, Broken shells, polished rocks. Tables, chairs, couches, beds, Lightbulbs, lamps, Bookshelves, thread But INSTEAD, I read a lot, took a bath, tried to nap, did some dishes and finally finished my beaded bracelet. Which I guess I am pretty excited about. It is a cuff. Wide enough to cover the stupid scar on my stupid wrist. And then I will not be tempted to even it out or absentmindedly scratch at the skin. Comments are closed.
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