Sunday brought sunshine and 40-degree weather, so VEB and I moseyed on over to River Bend. I was so happy to be back that I got a bit misty-eyed as we pulled into the parking lot. We stalked an elusive cardinal for awhile, but ultimately I had to console myself with a (slightly blurry) shot of this little guy instead:
Why does wandering around taking pictures make me so happy? I have no idea. Here’s another one though:
On our drive over there we listened to This American Life, which was broadcasting a story about a guy who decided to follow in the steps of Peace Pilgrim (Episode 483, Self Improvement). He gave everything away and started walking across the country. After the third day, he saw (or hallucinated) a billboard that said “It’s okay to make mistakes, as long as they are new ones”.
I started cleaning out my spare room. I found the CD with my camera manual fairly quickly, along with a bag full of scrap fabric. One thing led to another, as these things do, and I spent Friday night sitting on my living room floor Netflixing (is that a proper verb yet?) while turning my scraps into 3” squares. And then I started mindlessly sewing them together, in as much of an uncomposed manner as I could muster. It’s a glorious mess.
This, however? just glorious.
Reading: Daring Greatly by Brene Brown
Watching: The Vicar of Dibley
Listening: Lucy Wainright Roche
Knitting: big gray cowl