Full day. Spin class at 6:00 am. A stop by Starbucks for my morning 1/2 caf, whole milk latte. Home to write. Sat at the computer for an hour and 1/2 writing and listening to Susan, the main character in my book. She has really been through it. I cannot say any more because I do not want to give any thing away. I also don’t want to betray her confidence. She has been so open with me, and I want to earn her trust..
Then I did what we all of us do, I worked to put my house in order. I made a big pot of navy bean and leek soup seasoned with red pepper flakes, bay leaves and miso. I cleaned my bedroom. I put up all the jewelry I have taken off over the past month and left laying on my dresser. All the while I was thinking, my mother was right when she said it was easier to put something away when you finish with it then to let it pile up. She said that to me almost every day. Gotta love her. She was a neat freak. I changed the sheets on our bed, replacing the cold cotton ones with flannel. After all the weatherman is forecasting temperatures below 10 degrees in the next couple of days.
Got cleaned up and went to the funeral of a friend’s mother. Too much talk of the “Christian Life” for my taste. Lots o Jesus this and Jesus that, but I loved the sing-a-long version of I’ll Fly Away with live musical accompaniment. I cannot sing very well, but I love to belt it out especially when the audience is invited to join in.
Some bright morning when this life is over
I’ll fly away
To that home on God’s celestial shore
I’ll fly awayI’ll fly away oh glory
I’ll fly away (in the morning)
When I die hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly awayWhen the shadows of this life have gone
I’ll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly
I’ll fly awayOh how glad and happy when we meet
I’ll fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet
I’ll fly awayJust a few more weary days and then
I’ll fly away
To a land where joys will never end
I’ll fly away
Came home to find my husband and one of our good friends here enjoying a bowl of my soup with some corn bread I made yesterday. We had a nice visit. When they left I sat down and wrote to Susan (code for working on my novel), and then folded some laundry. When Jimmy came home he suggested we go to a movie. Off to see the new Bruce Dern movie, Nebraska. Dern calls this movie, “the little engine that could.” It did.
If you have not seen it, go. What a remarkable story. A slice of midwestern small town life. As one critic put it, “a modern American gothic.” I loved it. So well written and acted. Bruce Dern is amazing.
Home to dinner, a cheese omelet, sautéed spinach, steamed broccoli, and a glass of red wine. Oh, and a hand full of chocolate covered almonds. Ending with this post and going to watch The Italian Job that I recorded earlier today. What a wonderful Friday.
Writing into the Light 