Reading: A Malmö Midwinter: An Inspector Anita Sundström Novella by Torquil MacLeod – it should be a quick read. Should being the operative word. But, I have been falling asleep almost immediately upon getting into bed. This might frustrate me, however, since Insomnia has been on an apparent vacation, I will take the sleep while I can get it!
Knitting (and spinning): I cast on Hop Brook by Bonnie Sennott with some handspun Dorset Down. I am about half way through and I carded the remainder of the fiber to spin this weekend. I am also in the home stretch for Kirsten Kapur’s Mystery Socks – just the toes to go and I will be done!
Up next, a quiet Sunday with some meditation, reading, and knitting.
It’s my time to recharge for the week ahead. My hope is that today will do the same for you. Happy Sunday, Gentle Reader.
I have always enjoyed reading Carole’s Ten on Tuesday posts, and thanks to NaBloPoMo I am now a happy participant!
This week’s topic was to “Write 10 Sentences That You Think Would Make Great Opening Lines for a Novel.”
Okay. Wow, that is more than a little bit hard for this lackadaisical blogger!
Maurice Sendak died today. A light in my world extinguished.
In January it’s so nice
While slipping on the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup with rice
Sipping once, sipping twice
Sipping chicken soup with rice
Long ago, a little brown haired girl was learning to read, sitting in the cafeteria with a school aide. Dick and Jane running were no fun at all – but Chicken Soup with Rice captured her imagination.
Reading skills quickly advanced, and with it came bigger books the little brown haired girl was growing up.
Soon, the little brown haired girl was little no more. Maurice Sendak tucked away in some corner of her mind with other childhood memories.
Before long, the brown haired girl had children of her own. She introduced Maurice to her little ones, and they loved him as she did.
We “paddled” down the Chicken soup-y Nile and Whooped about Witches, Goblins, and Ghosts. We marveled in our baubled and bangled Christmas tree. Maurice in his gentle wisdom opened our minds to looking at things in unexpected ways.
He reminded us that even when we grow old it is important to nurture the child.
I told you once, I told you twice
All seasons of the year are nice
For eating chicken soup with rice.
Farewell Maurice. You left this world a better place. Thank you…