It is hard to get back in the groove of writing something everyday. Frankly, I suffer from writer’s block today. It amazes me as to how long it took me to develop a daily writing habit, and how little time it took to lose it. The best way to overcome the block is to talk about the day.
I spent a few hours in the garden wood shop today grinding wood into what I hope will look like a flower. This is the fourth project I am undertaking this fall. In previous years I settled on a single design and concentrated on making multiples so I could use them as Christmas gifts. I want to use them as gifts this year too, but each one has been hung on a wall within our humble domicile for the purpose of giving Peg and I great pleasure. Sorry, friends, no Intarsia gifts this year.
Each flower is different, and I have come to believe that these wooden flowers are a substitute for my nonexistent 2015 Monet Vision. Let me just say, I had the vision but did not have the energy to make it materialize. Perhaps the 2015 will morph into the 2016.
Physically, and emotionally I am all done in. Life has dealt me a hand which ten years ago I could only imagine, but never thought it would come. Age has crept into the mix, and my role has evolved from friend, lover, husband, to full time care giver. Some days are easier than others. People keep telling me to get help, but I am not smart enough to be able to know what it is I need in the way of assistance. I’m sure I’ll figure it out as we proceed along our current path.
In the meantime, at every chance I get, I abscond to the lower level to cut, grind, sand, and shape until I form a flower from wood. The activity takes my mind off of any problem that may have developed, and it releases the creative urge in me to make something nice.