Hi. My name is Stephanie. I used to write here, at least a few times a week, but then my darling and I began the long-planned addition (of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one sunroom) onto our house. I am not complaining. Trust me. After not having a bedroom of our own for three years, well, I’ll make sacrifices. But. I have forgotten how to write. I’m quite certain of it, because I’ve been trying to write for day and days. And this is what comes out–things like: “The brown dog barked. The little boy howled. The noise was big.” Or. “There is a lot of dust. There is a lot of dust. There is still a lot of dust.” Hmmmm.
Still, it’s been worth it. I now have a room with a door that I can lock (to either lock my husband in, or out, but definitely to lock OUT children), and a bathroom, and a big closet, and windows. The only thing missing up here in my lovely room is carpet and paint and…furniture. I do have a mattress up here. Now I sleep without interruption, which means, I sleep. Like this morning. Until 9:30, and then I stayed up here and played I Ching. For hours. With the door locking everyone out. Yes!
–Got big easel in studio. Very cool thing. Big vertical painting underway.
–Have purchased paint for new rooms: rich yellow bedroom, vivid violet hallway, lavender main room, glaring green for bert, soothing blue for rae…
–Husband gone on trip to visit sister and brother. Won’t be back till Tuesday. That’s me and five kids, no spousal unit. Locking door lots.
–Brother’s girlfriend is pregnant with twins. Very Good Thing(s).
–Children are sounding murderous downstairs.
–Love to all
–and to all a good night.