I’m sitting in the chair in the corner with the reading light on trying to figure out why I’m awake. I have disturbed Robbie’s sleep and the cat, who was OUT wanted IN and now he’s laying at my feet gazing out of the sliding glass door, wondering if he made the right decision.
Outside, my little green copper owl bell rings quietly from time to time in a slight breeze. It’s supposed to rain, but so far the storm cannot seem to let loose. A reluctant storm. Perhaps it doesn’t like being predicted by the weather man, so has decided to be fickle. But it makes no never mind to me. Rain or no rain, I am awake when I want to be asleep.
What wakes us up in the middle of the night? My muzzy head cannot come up with a coherent thought on the subject at this hour.
(And yet she wearies US with her aimless ramblings)
Well, yes, it’s true. What am I to do? Something worthwhile should happen if you have to be awake at 2:30 in the morning. The jury is out as to whether this writing is worthwhile, I will admit that freely.
I could work on my quilt. I have one all cut out and ready to start. It’s flannel with square blocks that need to be quilted individually by hand and then sewn together. That would be worthwhile.
I have been (in the daylight hours) working on some more gourds. I haven’t sold any, I just keep making them. My friend S. is taking some of mine and some of hers to an art gallery that sells handmade art and crafts. We shall see if anything comes of it. But I’ll keep making gourds whether they sell or not. I can’t help it. I like working on the gourds for it’s own sake. I like them.
Hmmmm… is it Art, or is it Therapy?
If it’s Art, then I can claim an artists’ eccentricity. If it’s Therapy, why am I needing Therapy? Now this question COULD keep me up all night….
Ah look, it’s starting to rain.
I’m going to bed.