Iâ€™ve spent the last few days in the guest/sewing room of the house. Iâ€™m cutting up orange fabric and sewing it back together.
Sometimes, I think I will make a small wall hanging, then a lap quilt â€” then I think, no I want to wrap myself in a huge orange blanket; cover it in orange hair, throw up on it and maybe even add a hint of pee in the corner. Too much? Sorry.
I miss Peet. I still have not be able to even say out loud that he is dead without bursting into tears.
Cutting up orange fabric helps – I think.
While I do this, I am listening to an audio book.
Us by David Nichols is a harmless book about an average man whose wife wants a divorce after their one child reaches the age of 18. He of course doesnâ€™t see it coming and I of course find the wife selfish and the son an asshole.
But, itâ€™s an easy listen and I like the voice of the guy reading it.
I also just finished reading Larryâ€™s Party by Carol Shields.
In a weird way the two books are very similar. Both are about regular men â€” nothing special about either. Both are just novels of the â€˜day in a lifeâ€™ variety. He was born, he lived, and he died type of story. The author fills in a few blanks here and there, but really not much happens and tomorrow still comes.
Not every book has to be about a prize winner, hero, or the movers and shakers of the world. I suspect that more of us, tend to thrive on the day to day dramas and joys.
Right now, I find getting through the day to be good enough.