rodney got a bike trailer for jubal--our early christmas gift to ourselves and our main tool of survival during the making of this years christmas gifts for others. whenever he takes jubal out for a long spin, i sew and sew and sew. i'm learning so much about what i thought i knew. heh. it's fun and hard and necessitates the changing of plans and ideas...which is okay. i'm enjoying the process, though i do wish i could get one of those bike rides to last two days straight so i could just finish everything already!
i am planning to make a pair of pajama style pants for vesta...i make little pants for jubal with some frequency, but i'm starting to have a niggle of fear that it won't be quite so easy and i'll wreck my chance at 4 yards of virgin flannel. eek. the flannel is so cute! a warm browny color with tons of little owls in different positions all saying "hoo hoo". i hope she loves them. i'm contemplating making hazel an apron, so that she, too, will have something mommy-made. i'll be making jubal a softy book with clear vinyl windows to hold photographs--he LOVES looking at pictures, especially of him and daddy. i'm really looking forward to the completion of that one, it's gonna be awesome. plus, i'm making some other stuff...ahem.
so. the assembly meeting is tonight, at which, hopefully, the fate of blue mountain will be decided. at least for the rest of the school year (if there is one for us...cross your fingers!). i'll let you know what i learn.
i hope you're enjoying the days leading up to thanksgiving and the planning of your winter holiday gifts and adventures. i love you!
at this moment i am grateful for:
love
hope
change
rootedness
family
creation
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an excerpt from a work-in-progress
they ate breakfast together: an omlettle he made filled with spinach and cream cheese and tomatoes and a bagel they split with salmon and more of the cream cheese and some capers she went back to the fridge for. they amused themselves discussing what capers are and how they came to be in jars at upscale markets for them to buy and eat on bagels with salmon. he liked to think they came from the sea somehow, and she assured him they were really little berries of some sort of fragrant bush. she fished the capers out of the tall jar as they talked and ate more than usual, something about their brininess described a hunger for her that she didn’t know she had, and then filled it. they drank steaming mugs of rich coffee with cream (and two sugars in his). she loaded the dishwasher and wiped off the counter while he cleaned the coffeegrounds and little spills from the coffee pot. the sun shone cleanly into their white kitchen and onto their bodies as they moved about their tasks and then they kissed one another and left for work, him to an office in town and her upstairs to her office where she worked as a freelance ad designer. it was a perfect morning. it was the perfect morning.
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