Here is the color you get when you rub elderberries on paper. Delicious.
Probably you all recognize this as a Moleskin journal. I bought a new one before my vacation. I like the pages with squares as I read that Colette wrote on squared paper, as all the French did at least back then. A friend who went to Paris brought me back a squared paper notebook and apologized. This is the only kind of paper I could find, she said. But I treasured that notebook and wrote the first drafts of many stories in it.
This notebook got wet on my journey. I am now writing on wrinkled pages. It is only half used up and I refuse to ditch it.
Mostly I write to-do lists but sometimes I write journal type entries. I am trying to get lots of left-brained type things completed. I have to make lots of phone calls, not my favorite activity. Plus drive all over the place. I think I am avoiding the BIG thing I have to do which is weighing heavily on me. I need a dose of devil may care. I need my wild woman to wake up. I need to parent myself.
Emily returned to me the other day in this lovely box. I have never cremated a cat before (always have buried them in the back yard) but it is sort of nice to have Miss Em here with me. The vet even sent a sympathy card signed by everyone who worked there! When my Mom died, I thought her doctor of 25 years who saw her several times a month would (or at least his office would) have sent a card, but no.
Been reading so many happy posts lately and this one feels a bit down. Today is an overcast day and Bibs and I are just hanging out and reading and practicing yoga. Watching the turkeys graze the field.