Yesterday was a really good day, spent cleaning up my friend's to-be meadhall. I know, vaguely, how to paint: put paint on brush, apply, but I have never been particularly good at it and always been a little frustrated by my (mostly outdoor) applications. But yesterday I think I finally at least started to get the hang of it, and I had a good teacher explain some of the finer points. Now I keep noticing places I want to touch up around the house here, and I feel a lot more confidant in starting a project like that. So I'm thankful for a day of good work, learning, and friends.
Today I'm thankful for a quiet day to catch up on house chores.
The rain came in early today, spoiling my run. It was supposed to be twelve miles, so I don't know that I can make it up during the week in one go. There's about one hour of morning daylight before the time I really should get a move on for work, and I'm not that fast. Otherwise, things have been nice and productive. I finally found and bought some curtains I like, so I hung those, mopped the floors, did some laundry, washed the sheets, and generally tidied. I'm going to roast my first chicken of the season and do a side of asparagus and a prosciutto/red onion/swiss chard dish that I think I saw in my old lady housekeeper magazine but I might just be making up. Half my hair is up in a long braid over my shoulder and the other half has fallen out of said braid.
Later I might make a little mead, or conquer the Celts, or read an old story: who knows?
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