Living brings about a lot of questions, and requires we make a lot of choices. Some of the questions and choices are much more serious than others, but I thought I’d share a few of those things that have been niggling at my brain for awhile.
I am not an instinctive cook. My daughter seems to do just fine without necessarily following a recipe – without a recipe, and sometimes with one, my dishes could be inedible. But – recipes bring up questions. They call for a clove of garlic, for instance – in my experience, cloves of garlic vary greatly in size, so if my cloves are quite small, should I increase the number? How big is a “medium” onion? Some of my celery stalks are quite skinny, does that matter? Some of my carrots are larger than others. Does it matter?
Why do people choose Bernie Sanders over Elizabeth Warren? Their ideologies are very close. Will this country ever really elect a woman for president?
Is the electoral college of any value in today’s world?
How did this country ever vote to make Trump president? When did character and integrity quit meaning something?
Why is one of my cats afraid of his shadow, and the other overly talkative?
What am I going to do with all the items I’m weaving? One comes off the loom, another goes on. When I start something new, I am obsessive. Why is that?
But – the biggest question of all – where is my gardener, my housekeeper, my masseuse? I’m sure I was meant to have one of each. That would certainly be my choice.
So – off that tangent, on to another. A few of my recent woven pieces, just because I have them and feel like sharing: