every day, one good thing

7/30: unscheduled afternoon

It was my last unscheduled/unclaimed afternoon of the summer. There were tasks I could have (should have) done. But I drove myself to the creek instead.

Arthritis and sciatica got the better of me this afternoon, but my medicine made me feel good enough to go out to the creek at Woolly Hollow after dinner. I love hearing the sound of the running water and watching it slip over the rocks. I'm grateful to Chris, who drove me there and back and read and waited while I was clambering and taking pictures.

7/28: greek(ish) food

...for both lunch and dinner. Feels like the right thing to eat in the heat.

7/27: mosaic

I was too achy (from arthritis and sciatica, alas) to go walking at the track or kayaking on the lake this evening, so after sweeping the house I spent some time making a paper mosaic of greens and yellows--the colors of the roadside grasses and flowers this time of year.

7/26: working on photos, close up and far away

I tried out some new-to-me editing software today by tinkering with some photos I had taken earlier this month. I'm trying to get better contrasts when I convert an image to black and white.

There's a community garden outside the indoor walking track, and the sunflowers are amazing.

And this was from a flight with Chris one morning.

7/25: working on storage

The organization and stowing of stuff are ongoing challenges. Today I made a little progress on a few counts.

I did some transferring of digital photos to a separate drive and started uploading them to an online back-up system, as well.

Chris and I sorted the food storage containers, a long overdue task.

I packed some boxes of books to take to the storage unit in town. There, I set up three new shelving units, unpacked the boxes, and started organizing the books into categories.

7/24: white on white

I got a piece of mail today from someone at sendsomething.net. I had sent something to her previously, and she was responding. She sent me a collage she had made, and she said she had been waiting to send it until she found someone who would appreciate its being white on white. And somehow, from what I sent her (which wasn't anything white on white), she supposed I was that someone. Wow did she suppose correctly: I love white on white.