In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?
* C.S. LEWIS, J.R.R. TOLKIEN, SHERLOCK HOLMES, G.K. CHESTERTON, N.D. WILSON, AND P.G. WODEHOUSE, ARE ENCOURAGED
Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of my Nigella-worthy culinary evening last night. I made myself an omelette--garden semi-hot peppers, garlic, sriracha--in a cassava tortilla for supper, and filled another couple of tortillas for my pack lunch today: avocado, pepper, tomato, cucumber. I wrapped them up nicely for the fridge, straightening up behind me. And I got to top off my delectable supper with a peach from the fruit basket someone brought. It was the sweetest, loveliest peach I've had in a long time.
I got to put on my fresh new sheets, and cover my bed in lovely blueness, and I went to bed early, because today was early at work. It was a misty morning, listened to jazz the last couple minutes of the drive. Learned and practiced at work, and now using the wifi for a bit of blogging, pinterest, and listening to spotify.
Not sure what the afternoon will contain, but I would guess some work on making the house a home.
Till next time then!