Finding the Edge
Life is relative. There are days that the scene before me is a wide panorama extending, apparently, forever. Then there are days when I feel like I’m sitting on the edge of a deep precipice.
Yesterday morning it was 53 degrees (F)warm. The temperature wasn’t awful most of the day, although outside people wore their coats and winter hats. Sometime during the evening, maybe early this morning at 4:00, it began snowing and now it is still snowing. It looks a lot as if the angels are throwing snowball flakes from the sky.
Wednesday the 16th I painted the last stencil of roses (pink and white) on my purple dresser. I’m not sure what to say other than I like it. Yesterday I ordered tea—it was almost a fight to the finish.
The last garden plants we started are doing good. The first ones we started don’t look as good, but I’ve added a bit of fertilizer to their water and we’ll see if that perks them up. I’m waiting for a delivery but our morning snow put a damper on deliveries.
Now, the morning snow is melting. North of here snow turned to rain about three this afternoon. We need the moisture so in either form, we’ll rejoice and be glad. And I feel as if I’ve found my edge but not slipped over it yet.
My third book is at the editor and I’ve contacted my cover artist. So things are happening. But I’m somewhat in limbo not sure what or where to move into.
I’ve thought about working on the Mac and Amanda prequel but I don’t have much of that one started. I’ve thought about working on the story involving Gene the depression era orphan. That one has a lot done on it but would need a lot more to finish it.
At the moment I’d just as soon engage in a snowball fight with the angels, or maybe finish an embroidery piece, or a jigsaw puzzle. And then there are a couple of unfinished oil paintings…
Another thought may be that I have indeed slipped over the edge and that I am grabbing at straws on my way down. Old Fuzzy brought me a raspberry cream cheese flip for breakfast, therefore, I should be happy as a bird with a french fry.
Of course, that was so good, you couldn’t beat it with a stick.
“Ecclesiastes 10:
5 There is an evil which I have seen under the sun, as an error which proceedeth from the ruler:
6 Folly is set in great dignity, and the rich sit in a low place.
7 I have seen servants upon horses, and princes walking as servants upon the earth.
8 He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and whoso breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him.
9 Whoso removeth stones shall be hurt therewith; and he that cleaveth wood shall be endangered thereby.
10 If the iron be blunt, and he do not whet the edge, then must he put to more strength: but wisdom is profitable to direct.
11 Surely the serpent will bite without enchantment; and a babbler is no better.”
