Monday, February 9, 2009

Day One

So: It's day one of Jen's Glorious Two Days Off from Work. Here's what I've accomplished thus far -
Spent 90 minutes cleaning the floors and the bathroom, which began right after the guys left this morning.
Took 30 minutes to address my email.
Did some reading and thinking, on the couch, until a nap overtook me (rare thing, the urge to nap mid-morning, but what the heck.)
Slept an hour, woke with a jolt thinking my husband had come home early, was surprised to see how long I'd slept, hopped in the shower.
I woke with a song in my head, something like "Picture of Love," one of those rather awful tunes from the late 70s:
"If a picture paints a thousand words,
then why can't I paint you?
The words just come out wrong,
that's all they ever do."
Or something like that. I don't think it had anything to do with my husband. I think the two items combined were in fact my mental alarm, telling me to get my arse out of bed if I plan to accomplish anything creative today.

Having moments ago fielded the one phonecall from work that I was expecting, I am now free to open windows (it's rainy out, some strange warm weather to be capitalized upon) and ponder the situation in the sewing room.

Send all positive and creative vibes my way! Thanks.

2 comments:

Rachel said...

(confession)
I heart that song. And its called "If" by a band named Bread.

Anonymous said...

"If" By David Gates & Bread...

If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away

And to start a new tradition...the word verification for this comment is....istap.
Alan