So my stepmom called me up and said, "Let's go to the quilt show!" And I said, "Will there be yarn?" And she said, "Uhm, sure…"
There was no yarn.
But, well, I used to quilt-- I did. It's been a while, though--- ever since my kitchen table became my office table, actually-- but since I still have three kids at home, I have hope that someday, I shall be a quilter again.
In spite of the appalling lack of yarn. And men.
But he was the only one.
So, there we go. A craft show. No men. No yarn. But there were pretty things.
I bought a scarf.
|Cute, but straight.|
Let's hope it's the first one, right?
|Still no yarn.|
And then my conversation with Damon was over (and I hope he's still talking to me) and my mother was looking at me strangely. "Sometime when Cousin isn't here, you're going to have to tell me what that was all about."
|Stepmom getting hand massage too.|
I wasn't even being facetious, but I just couldn't think of words right then. The words were all gone bye bye, and so was my brain.
|Squish trying on glasses with me.|
And now it's 9:15, and I'm at my computer in quiet for literally the first time today, staring blankly at the screen and wondering what to blog and write.
|A blank canvass. Uh-huh.|
And while I'm here, still feeling a little shell shocked at my day, I can hear Cousin, asking me this exact question:
So what's it like, now that you have all the time in the world to write? Is it like your day just stretches ahead of you like a blank canvas?