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| Isn't this how *everyone* reads a book?? |
The sun is just right, and the breeze is gentle on my skin.
I woke up and read some more of I Feel Bad About My Neck, Nora Ephron's collection of essays about being a woman, and being a woman "of a certain age." It's proving to be a delight, and I find myself talking with her as I read. Her conversational style is spot-on, and is exactly what I'm looking for in my craft, so this is an excellent choice for the summer workshop term.
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| Sunshine & Smiles |
Then there was a bit of gardening with Friends at the Meeting House. Connecting with my community was just what I needed, even though I didn't know I needed it. I felt grounded and valuable and loved, and there was some work that got done, too.
The steam room and sauna were a blessing, as always, and by the time I was done with my shower I felt able to meet the day.
At the library, I printed the poster mock up, since my printer is being wonky, and my favorite library assistant decided that my project for tomorrow's presentation is amazing, and she can't wait to work with me when I get the job. With well wishes like that, I told her, it's practically in the bag.
The attendant at FedEx was the same one who bound my master's thesis, and she is pretty enthusiastic about the project, too. I feel supported and encouraged, in the heartiest sense of the term. I have sent the digital file off for translation into a poster, and am taking a minute to eat and rest and read some more before meeting with the president of the local NAACP to discuss the project details.
Life is very good indeed.
