It Works In Daylight Too

Since I had someplace to be at 5:30pm today I couldn't sign into the Page Pals Silent Writing Zoom so I decided that I'd pretend it was 5:00pm this morning around 11:00am and try writing something. It worked! Look! You can see the sunshine reflected in the laptop screen. I slotted in the scenes I'd written the last few days and then I wrote the ending to one character's part. It's a permanent ending but not one of the main characters. Whew. This afternoon I listened to something my critique and writing partner, cda, said last week and started writing another scuba scene to tuck into a spot I found for it. I was going to write that I think I'm on a roll but suspect that'd be jinxing myself so I'm not going to write that.

One of the squirrels showed up on the suet nuggets feeder that I thought was empty. Evidently not because it stayed there for a good long time nibbling away. I saw crumbs falling so there must have been something in there. The Red-bellied Woodpecker stopped over too but not in a place or position that I could take its picture. Dang it.

Like I said, most of the day I sat here writing but I did take a few minutes, a very few minutes, to draw these flowers out of Draw 500 Fabulous Flowers. The lower ones were black with white lines in them in the book but I'm not good at doing that so I have white ones with black lines. It's the same, only different.

I got to spend some time with the small people this evening while their parents went out to supper. One of them was wearing a big clown nose she found under the basement stairs when I arrived. It was a very good look for her. While they played and then took showers I knitted on the Majolica scrap washcloth. I see that I will run out of the cool colors yarn before I run out of washcloth. Before I add on the garish yellow/pink/orange yarn I'll check downstairs to see if I have anything that will match or at least blend. Maybe a solid color will work.

Oh, yeah, the Christmas cactus bud is getting bigger and the teeny tiny ones are sticking around and are a teeny tiny bit bigger too. You can see one of the teeny tiny ones in the upper left of the picture. Maybe more than one will bloom again this year.

And that's my day. When I walked the trash bin out to the curb an hour ago I realized that I could see my breath. Does that mean it's time for the birdbath heater? Maybe. Does that mean my tiny tomato flowers will soon turn black and fall off? Maybe. Only time will tell in these unpredictable times.

--Barbara