Monday Morning — Early but not so Bright
I woke up at 5am and was tempted to roll over. But I know from past experience that once I’ve awakened, chances are that, instead of getting more restful sleep, my mind will just bounce through lot of disturbing or silly dreams. In that sense I envy my husband: he claims he rarely dreams and/or seldom remembers a dream once he’s awake.
So I decided there’s lots to do today, I might as well get up. Even though I do laundry any time of the week, I still prefer the old-fashioned Monday morning wash day. And my laundry hamper is overflowing right now.
Looking out my kitchen window I see that dawn is truly “cracking” this morning. A low-lying ridge of dark clouds in the east doesn’t quite reach the horizon, so a brilliant stripe of yellow-orange is peeking through on the horizon. Actually the sky is full of gray clouds, not solid but like an ocean above us rippled with layers of waves. Not so warm today: only 1̊ C at 7am; predicted high is 10̊ (50 F).
We visited a book sale in the city on Saturday; I picked up half a dozen poem books including one by Edna Jacques, published the year I was born. And three by Saskatoon poet Glen Sorestad. I really enjoy his poems — mainly because I can understand them and because he writes about familiar things in my world, Saskatchewan and the prairies.
Sunday school and church services yesterday were inspiring and we had a relaxing Sunday afternoon at home. I did write a story in response to the Word Press prompt and posted it on my fiction blog. If you’re interested, you’ll find “You Can’t Borrow Love” here.
While relaxing after dinner, I finished the book I was reading: Message In A Bottle by Nicholas Sparks. This is the third book of his that I’ve read and I enjoyed the first two for the most part. His writing tends to be heavy on angst and melancholy so I was prepared, but this tale I found just too blue and rather pointless. I did a lot of skimming. (Will post a proper book report later on Christine Composes.com)
I like to feel, when I’ve closed the cover, that I’ve gained something from reading the story. Some positive takeaway point or at least a warm fuzzy feeling. Nada here. But if you enjoy a story that starts out on a melancholy note, involves two people who want to but can’t work it out, with successive heartaches and a tragic ending, this is the perfect book for you.
I see the Word Press prompt word for today is whisper. I’d have to write something fiction, since there’s no whispering going on around here these days. A huge flock of blackbirds settled in last week, filling our ears with anything but whispers. Sometimes they’re all up in the trees, sometimes foraging in the field beside us. There must be at least a hundred; they make quite a cloud ascending or descending. Sometimes I’ll look out and see them fluttering through the air like huge black leaves swept along in a wind gust.
And then there are the robins, filling our trees with song. We’ve had some warm days when windows could stay open and we could hear the cacophony coming from the woods beside us. Yesterday I watched a pretty little warbler, blue-grey with yellow patches under its wings — I’m guessing a magnolia warbler — hopping along a fence rail.
I’ve been working on this for an hour, sipping my morning coffee all the while, but now it’s time to get on with my projects of the day. As well as the laundry, I have a sewing project ready to work on. I’m so glad to feel more ambition these days and want to take advantage of it. A week from today I get my next treatment.