Sometimes Monday | 9.21.20

Sometimes Monday | 9.21.20

is all about the memories of sunsets and long walks, of the thrill of seeing a kettle of Turkey Vultures floating on the high winds, unexpected artwork, some history, a houseboat community (What?? I might have new summer goals!!), so.much.good.food! and icons (RBG and Cat Bordhi) too soon gone.

And the 1 minute 20 second video mash up of an amazing (yet distanced weekend)

And while I’d love to while away the day lost in weekend thoughts…a mountain of laundry is screaming at me. But fortunately it is a task that allows for contemplative thinking, so maybe I can stay immersed in my weekend thoughts a bit longer while being productive! I hope your day allows for some of the same!

See you all back here on Wednesday!

 

 

 

Sometimes Monday | 9.14.20

Sometimes Monday | 9.14.20

Means a cooler start to the week! And the mornings are so dark now. The tables have turned and instead of the sun waiting for me to rise… I am waiting for the sun, which just might be the perfect way to ease into the week.

These words by Jericho Brown have lingered with me since I listened to them last week on The Slow Down and, like Jericho, “I am in a mood about America.”

Googling, I found this reading by Alfre Woodard to share with you all! Each time I hear the poem, something different speaks to me.

And, of course, the NYTimes did a lovely piece about this poem (and if you subscribe, you can hear Jericho read his poem to you!)

Happy Monday everyone!

 

Sometimes Monday | 8.31.20

Sometimes Monday | 8.31.20

August, die she must… — Paul Simon, April Come She Will

Sometimes Monday is for weekend reminiscing…with memories of proscuitto wrapped figs happy hour,  torrential downpours, the return of autumn beer, and the departure of the endless heat and humidity.

Sometimes Monday means the return of a woolly sweater, which is a most welcome layer in this mornings chilly air and this knitter’s heart sings with joy.

And sometimes Monday brings the end of August and with it; darker mornings, flocking birds, and a mug of hot coffee to warm my hands.

What does your Monday look like?

 

 

Sometimes Monday | 8.17.20

Sometimes Monday | 8.17.20

The best solutions are often simple, yet unexpected. — Julian Casablancas

There are days when I win at the Yarn Chicken game and it is always such a good feeling.

But then there are days you don’t win at Yarn Chicken…and the results are practically perfect. Better than you can imagine, an unexpected surprise! That little bit of dark blue bind off is unexpected, and perfect!

Now it is off for a wee bath and weaving in some ends, then a trip to my Nana’s button box!

May your Monday have some unexpected, practically perfect moments!

Sometimes Monday | 8.3.20

Sometimes Monday | 8.3.20

Yesterday, Garrison Keillor read Hands by Jack Ridl. The words were brilliant and when I realized it was this Jack Ridl, I just had to share with you. I am pretty sure I have run into Mr. Ridl a few times when I lived in Holland, and I had the pleasure of knitting with his wife occasionally at a local knitting group!

But, back to his poem…it is brilliant, and so appropriate for a Monday! Here is to a week with my hands being busy…and no boredom!

(You can read Mr. Ridl’s poem here on his blog)

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