Treat. Luxury.

This afternoon, in another attempt to not forget to enjoy the use of Summer I took time off from bears and such to read ten pages of a Wendell Berry book. 

While in our lovely patio hammock.

Classical music helped joy up the air.
Hot tea was nearby.

This should not be a rare deal.
It is.

Luxury would be deciding to do a thing until not wanting to do it anymore.

I know of few pals who can do this.

It is an odd goal now.

But today is not a day for such doings.
Back to production work on greeting card designs.

I am blessed/lucky to be able to do what I choose to do for a living.
But Time is a tricky beast, and I need to learn more of its ways.

Best of Luck with your minutes. And on to the hours that we still count as ours.

Perhaps an hour spent with a bunny?

Friend Laura R-S is kindly allowing me to play with her images.
Now to find the time.....

Fare-thee-well,
Sue

Books While "Biking"

It's the time of year that I am "spinning" for an hour or two a day down in the family room on the old SchwinnAirdyne. Todd found the beast on the side of the road this past summer, fixed 'er up a tad, and found a spot for it at a good angle in front of the TV.

It may save our sanity this cold and icy winter, and keep us in some sort of better shape than we usually are this time of year.

A pleasant surprise is that I can peddle and read at the same time! Current little book I am re-reading is titled "Try giving Yourself Away." It was written by David Dunn and published in 1947. His advice is to try the hobby of doing a good deed, offering a kind word, suggesting an idea to a business - all without care of getting anything back. I have been trying to follow his lead this past week. It's fun to put a smile on a young girl's face when complimenting her on her nifty argyle socks. It's time to write a real letter to someone instead of typing out a few quick sentences online. I'm going to do that right after finishing this post......

While peddling today I read a short article on the life of Ralph Waldo Emerson. Maybe it was the blood pumping into the brain at a faster rate than usual but I found it easier than usual to retain the facts learned about the man. I sorta kinda wish more of his feisty kind were to found nearby these days. He was not universally appreciated in his day - he spoke his truths and went on his way whatever the consequences.

So on to the evening's tasks and good deeds. Tomorrow holds breakfast in the big city of Minneapolis.

Happy New Year!
Sue