Hiya Folks!
I hope you’re able to enjoy this sunny weather today.
I was, and then I was not. And this was not me just being contrary. This was real and kept me from unloading the dishwasher.
Oh, horrors!!! Not the dishwasher!
Yep. It was too sunny to unload the dishwasher and my kitchen will have to wait until the sun goes down.
In case you think this is an elaborate scheme to get out of housework, I can see your point. It runs true to my character trait of putting things off. I am, after all, the president of my chapter of Procrastinators United-against Tiresome Initializing of Things, and Organizing Forums Federation.
However, this time you would be incorrect in that assumption.
I had my eyes dilated for an eye appointment and the sun reflecting off the counter above the dishwasher is just too bright.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
But it does bring up the subject of opposites.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

A real live transition!!!!!!!!!!

Settle.

The other night I emptied the wastebasket of thread and fabric scraps next to my sewing machine. Shazaam! I was struck by the light and creative feeling that was created.

And then I thought about the contrast with getting a fresh pack of notebook paper.  Or a brand new box of crayons. Or a new set of wooden pencils.

Now see, that I understood. Holding  a  new package of paper, crayons or pencils to open and start using?  What a feeling of freshness, new ideas, power!!! Creativity unbounded!!  New designs just waiting to leap from my fingers!  Wonderfully alliterate phrases and strong declarative sentences coming soon!

That I understand.

But I got that same feeling from an empty wastepaper basket!!! With nothing to hold? Weird, huh? You’d think that I would be mourning the tangled unusable thread, or trying to cut 1 inch squares from the 2 inch fabric scraps.

But no! I felt empowered to fill up the space again with the offshoots of the current sewing projects.

It reminds me a little of the use of “nothing” in Shakespeare’s plays.  It didn’t always mean an absence of substance or thought.

And, that’s what I would think about while I was supposed to be writing papers for my class.

So, I guess, you could say that I’ve been thinking about nothing for 45 years.

Really not that surprising.  Maybe it was the sewing room wastepaper basket thing.

Empty, but not empty.

Have a Wonderful Wednesday Evening and a Thrilling Thursday to come!!!  And notice what really makes you feel good so you can include that in your daily days and your nightly nights.

Love,

Janet