Today will go down in my personal history book as another day of my life that I will never get back. Every once in a while I need a day off and today has slipped through my fingers like the sands of time. Its cold today and Blah out, I have very little motivation beyond the scope of my sketch book.
My faithful rubber boots and wool sweater sit in the corner waiting in vain. Emily is working and Chloe fast asleep. I should be crossing items off my work list but I’m not. Today I’m playing Hooke from my life of Hookie. Paper charts, dividers and my lead line. Hank on sails, oil lamps and wood oars. I can see my two sided compass from my quarter berth. My rigging knife hangs from the companionway step right next to one of the many flashlights strategically hung around the boat. My tide book and binoculars sit in their rack easy to grab from the cockpit, everything has its place. Our little boat is simple and simple is good.
I’m nesting today, cleaning up our tiny home and getting ready to cook Emily a simple but extravagant feast complete with wine and dark chocolate. Today like all days revolves around all the small things.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things ~Oscar Hammerstein