This is my friend's birthday. And what a perfectly lovely day for her. It's warm, sunny and the trees have new green leaves. It's grand to think of people we love in the world with us, blessing our lives.
I'm reading a great new book by Kate Atkinson, a Scottish novelist. It's "Life after Life" and it is scary, but scary strange at first. The writing is so luscious you drift into the world she creates, then things get a bit weird. It's kind of a time travel book, but subtly, so you think maybe the heroine is deluded or you are missing something as a reader. And by the middle of the book you care so much for her and really bad things start to happen to her and your sense of her family and others shifts as well. I couldn't stop thinking about it last night. It also has a profound philosophical side to it.
Yesterday I sewed a few things: baby blankets, a bedspread for one granddaughter, a puppy blanket for the other, a table runner for my friend and one for myself. I'm almost done with the stack of fabric by the sewing machine. Once I get going, I feel wonderful sewing. But I have to get in the mood. And be motivated. The baby was born early and my granddaughter's birthday is this month, so those are motivators. I sent the gifts off yesterday. Relief.
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