Monday

Books/Reading:

A Hot Mess is an informative and readable science-based book on climate change, how it has already affected the world and will continue to do so.  I would recommend this book to all politicians as well as to the rest of us who have already acknowledged the consequences of ignoring what will happen as the world heats up.  

More cosmos seedlings to pull.  

 Incoming Mail

 Postcard from Teresa that arrived without the stamp cancellation.

Outgoing Mail

Letter to Teresa who requested some cosmos seeds. 

I cut off the end of the envelope with the stamp when I scanned it.

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Clumsy, careless me. I rarely use bleach because I'm never careful enough, but the white sheets, I do bleach occasionally. So...I have several big aprons similar to the kind in restaurants because I love the big pockets. The pockets are big enough to hold my Kindle and my phone and are useful when straightening the house and returning things to their proper places.

And I had my black apron on when I washed the sheets, jogged my elbow, splashed the bleach down the apron. Benefit, not on my shirt or pants. Frustration, hated the bleach splatter--not that I leave the house wearing the apron, but still.

Many of the spots were the size as the point of a needle, some were dribbles, others were larger. Now the spots are covered with tiny French knots and other stitching, and I got caught up with some Netflix shows while doing the slow stitching.

“We live stitch by stitch, when we’re lucky. If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching. And maybe the stitching is crude, or it is unraveling, but if it were precise, we’d pretend that life was just fine and running like a Swiss watch. This is not helpful if on the inside our understanding is that life is more often a cuckoo clock with rusty gears. In the aftermath of loss, we do what we’ve always done, although we are changed, maybe more afraid. We do what we can, as well as we can. My pastor, Veronica, one Sunday told the story of a sparrow lying in the street with its legs straight up in the air, sweating a little under its feathery arms. A warhorse walks up to the bird and asks, “What on earth are you doing?” The sparrow replies, “I heard the sky was falling, and I wanted to help.” The horse laughs a big, loud, sneering horse laugh, and says, “Do you really think you’re going to hold back the sky, with those scrawny little legs?” And the sparrow says, “One does what one can.”

― Anne Lamott, Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair"

When not spilling bleach, or stumbling over a cat,

or other clumsy incidents, there is this: