As I sit here writing this post I can feel Ruby’s eyes boring into the back of my neck from her vantage point in the hall. “What are you doing, sitting at the shining box AGAIN? When are you going to put your shoes on so we can go for our walk?” is what her fixed glare is communicating.
Okay, okay. I’ll be doing that just as soon as I am finished with this post, I promise. She has been extremely patient with me today as I worked my way through about 6 loads of laundry, all of which is put away now. There was a certain amount of oppressive vacuuming done as well, which was not mitigated by the fact that one of her dear friends came to visit her for an hour this morning (I gave a long term client a massage).
Meanwhile, that darned cat insists on washing her ears for her, which is a tickly business, apparently.
Anyway, I recently invested some money in equipment needed for my next project, which is making a quilt for my bed. The old one, as lovely as it is, is old. And the fabric is starting to disintegrate. I figure if I get started now, I’ll actually have the replacement done before the entire quilt melts into a pile of disassociated fibers.
I have done some quilting in my day, and I have always been in love with fabric (let me tell you the story of my sari sometime). So, as I observe arthritis beginning to set in on my pinkie on my right hand, I begin to think that the day is coming when I will have to retire as a massage therapist. And when that time comes, I want to have something interesting to do. Making quilts comes to mind. It would satisfy several aspects of my personality, one of which involved collecting colorful bits of stuff – paper is one, fabric is another.
So, here is my desk as it looks right this minute. It was not prepped or primped in any manner for this photo shoot, so I would appreciate it if comments about the extraneous clutter were kept to a minimum.
You and I might see this as a collection of strips of fabric which are destined to be fashioned into placemats in the bargello style. Mallory, on the other hand, sees a playground full of fascinating toys. We had to have a talk about whether or not she should be on my desk at all, as well as whether what I was doing was strictly a game.
I discovered that my desk is not the right height for cutting fabric for any length of time. Fortunately, Jim had some nice pain killers left over from his tooth episode; he administered half of one of them to me last night at bedtime and my back pain subsided enough that I could sleep and the muscle spasms went away during the night. Thank heavens. I won’t be doing that again. I believe my kitchen counter will be a better spot to do the next stint of cutting!
I realize that my title mentioned rocks, and I am well aware that mostly I have been stuck on the etcetera part of this post. There have been some lovely rock acquisitions at The Havens recently.
This one is a small one I found a couple of days ago.
It isn’t that big, only 5 or 6 cm long. But I love the striations and the “eye hole”.
This next one is quite a bit larger. It weighs 8 pounds (around 4 kilos), which I know because I put it on the scale when I got it home. It is about the size of a standard piece of office paper, and about 3 inches thick. It spoke to me from the bed of a dry creek I was walking along, and after a certain amount of hemming and hawing I decided to haul it home. This decision was complicated by the fact that I was about 5 kilometers and two steep ridges from my car at the time. But, now that it is at home I don’t regret deciding on the haulage.
I believe that this is some sort of stromatolite, although I am not an expert in geology or fossils. It is definitely a limestone rock, which makes it entirely possible that it is a stromatolite. Whatever it is, I like it, and it has found a place on the hearth for now. It may eventually migrate outside, but right now I am enjoying looking at it.
Now, I really must go walk the dog before she expires of boredom.