I am determined to sit on my can today, not to zoom around town or the house like a crazed weasel, maybe even take a snooze. Okay, I might toss some laundry around because both of my favorite pairs of jeans are dirty, but that's it. Oh, while I'm down there doing laundry I'll wind up the hank of yarn I want to use for my BLKG Design-A-Thon design so I can swatch today. See? Couch knitting, that's relaxing, right? No to-do list. No list of errands. I want to finish listening to an audiobook I'm this close to the end of and sit staring at the computer screen playing a game.
March 16--Charles Sheeler, Water. Shel saw them in the distance, the white rectangular boxes crouched on the horizon growing slowly as he walked. The sky was a solid sheet of clouds so there was no glimmer from a pane of glass, just the dull grayish white of the boxes. He thought they might be storage buildings because there were no windows he could see but it took far longer than he thought it would to get close enough to see all of them down to the ground. No one seemed to be around although there was a parking lot filled with rows of identical cars the same grayish white as the buildings. Shel stumbled a bit as the ground rose in a berm that ringed the complex. On the other side of the berm a twelve-foot fence kept him from getting closer. He heard the hum of electricity inches before touching the wire. Glancing to the left he saw the still body of a rabbit that had touched the fence.
Time to get busy relaxing. Have a Sunday.
--Barbara
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