When I was little, I would watch my aunt paint Easter eggs with her oils and tiny brushes. She’d have a small posy of some lovelies, usually violets and primroses, and she’d paint them on the eggs. That’s where I got the idea for the usual eggs I tend to paint, but this year, with R being here for Easter, newly painted eggs, (and more frequent posts), have kinda gone out the window. But I still wanted to commemorate Easter, and remembered that my grandmother and I would dye eggs naturally by boiling them with onion skins.
I looked in the fridge and I had only five white eggs, (the rest were brown), so decided to see what I could do with the five, thinking there really is very little point to dyeing brown eggs…well…brown.
Whadaya think? I love them. Now we have five lovely hard boiled eggs, but they’re too pretty to eat.
Speaking of R, I wrote a list of things which need doing with his help. I called it The Master List. R said I should call it The Make Robbie A Slave List. But he actually is such a great help and encouraged me to get together a list of the jobs we need to do around here. Sometimes it’s hard living in two countries.
I remember seeing a documentary about Carol Shields and remember being so moved by her message. She said that, life to her, seems like a flight. A flight of a bird who comes form darkness and flies into a vast cathedral of bright lights and colours and stained glass reflections and magical things, and then, flies out into darkness again. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a bird fly beside you thru that experience?
Life is so much better for me when R and I are together in the same place at the same time.
Although we’re slowly getting thru The Slave/Master list, there is a second, personal list of things to achieve art wise before the art show, and R doesn’t even know the whole extent of that, and I’m allowing this second list to build up stress and worry…but I think I do this to myself…you know, impose deadlines and restrictions and expectations. I know that it keeps me motivated but at the price of what all that cortisol is doing. I must find a better way to manage my though processes.
But sometimes I have results…
…and sometimes I make the dumbest mistakes…lol.
Today, we spent a ridiculous amount of money on pressure treated lumber to replace some rotten planks in the front stairs and build a pergola on the east side of the garden.
Robbie replaced the planks and I dug pergola post holes. Morgan supervised as usual.
Each evening, R and I look at The Master List, (which has not yet been renamed), and cross a thing of two off.
It’s such a good feeling.
Now, hopefully, if my service provider is behaving itself, as I hit publish, this post will actually publish.