I'm in the midst many projects: knitting baby gift (a hooded cape in a lucious bamboo yarn in a color called berry frappe ), locating a van to convert to a mini-camper, researching side window kits for aforementioned van, finding yarn for a teenage gift (ear flap hat with long ties, requested color is bright purple), finding a table or table top at thrift store to use for base for mosaic tiled scrabble board (this is going to be a fun one!), looking at tiles for aforementioned table top, researching marketing vehicles for new side business venture I'm considering.
While listening to Shostakovich I made the tactical error of looking up his biography. Does one's affiliation with the communist party and his tearful disavowel, showing this man to be a deeply troubled and perhaps psychotic man, have an impact on the beauty of his music? Of course not.His music is the same, with or without this background. I am the one who made the shift after the reading. I won't watch Woody Allen or Mel Gibson but my not watching doesn't change their work. Who they are, however, does CREATE their work. And so this cycles back around.
I've silenced the voices of NPR and opened my ocean waves file. My friend told me about a couple he knew who had planned to sail around the world.They spent fifteen years creating a most beautiful sailing vessel - crafted from fine wood salvaged from passenger railroad cars. Near completion, the wife became ill. She recovered only to have the husband fall ill. They each recovered but their set backs caused them to pause and reconsider their plan.They sold their vessel and used the proceeds to purchase a small retirement cottage. So many thoughts here.
Then - much to my horror, I found the entire surface of the pot COVERED with tiny ants. I cleaned the surface, looked inside, saw nothing and poured the water. As it rose, i saw tiny brown specks - bits of ground coffee?
NO ANTS, inside! I grabbed the damn thing, shoved it into a plastic bag. I shoved that into another plastic bag and yes into another. I took it out to the trash. Shuddering! Expensive toss away? but.. but.. it would always mean ants to me. not doing that.. Nope.
I have long wished for a good camera - one to grab for the unexpected. I've missed photographing breathtaking moments, even graduations - lamely buying a toss away, never developed.When I recently went to the islands of my state, I borrowed a camera. That did it. It only worked on "portrait" and the glorious colors changed from reds to yellows (to my horror). (That was the Gilbert & Sullivan play!)Never again. I bought a marvelous little digital camera with 16x zoom. We are going to be companions from now forward. My new life. My new camera. Lovely changes.