Today I (just barely) moved my letterpress out of it's little dusty corner in my bedroom and made a little collage of wood type in one of my chases.
I think I'm going to press it, you know to test out the ink color I have in mind for my first print block that I ordered Monday. That freakin' press is so heavy. I'm using my last paycheck from my old job to purchase a desk and shelving for my bedroom. I'll also be buying some sort of sturdy cart/table to hold my press.
I'd like to paint my room before all of this gets set up, but I don't know if I'll have time. I'm having surgery to remove my gall bladder next friday. I can't really lift anything for a few weeks afterwards.
Also today, I was feeling really down and out and when Jon got home he surprised me with flowers- pink tulips :)
In closing, Devan's got a kitty puppet to show you.
This morning I cradled Devan and stroked her hair for an hour on the couch upstairs. She wasn't feeling well. I thought I'd have to take the day off and stay with her, because she didn't want to leave the house unless she felt well enough to go to school, but suddenly she felt completely better. And I felt sad. Sad that she didn't need me and sad that I wasn't eager to stay at home with her. Sad that this is such an internal struggle.
I wish I could go back in time to 3 years ago and just savor the mornings we spent together. I wish that I knew then, what I know now. That these moments are to be remembered. We weren't killing time. We were living and making memories that I rely on to get me through every day away from her.
I don't think I was meant for this 9-5 ratrace kind of life. I don't do well under 'stress' because I have a hard time even understanding why it's important to get worked up over work related things. Even now that I've quit one job, I still find that there's not enough time to even work up a moment that I can savor. It's hustling and bustling, out the door, late to this, forgetting that. By the time the weekend arrives, I'm not even happy to be at home because there's too much work to do and I find myself unable to relax, or get creative.
I hate this powerless feeling of wishing life would just SLOW DOWN.
-(11-08) LIKING:
knitting for babies, soccer, pregnancy, little potatoes, mitered squares, my bed, the ocean, travel, sleeping in my bed, Jonathan Safran Foer, tenament museums, linen, Air (the french band), Hugh Laurie, Intervention, babies, Iron & Wine, Clive Owen, letterpress, Yeats,
gray, mini-pigs, hotel chevalier, tea, pigs, Quebec, being anywhere but here (nj), modern simple quilts, autumn leaves, white on white, paper, lily snoring
