Good morning! It is going to be a bright and sunny day. I do believe that metaphorically as well as literally. Or at least that is my hope. Yesterday's clouds and heavy rains played off my already dampened spirit, and although I had a post I was planning to write for this morning it was not written. But the sunshine outside my window makes me smile, as does this photo of the breakfast room with the new back entrance, and all the additional light from the new windows in the kitchen. Of course now it is all bright with primer, and color will return, reducing the glow somewhat. But it will still be lovely.
I will not live in a white house, even if color reduces the amount of light. I love other people's white houses, but I need the color., need to be enveloped in color. Whiteness is a promise of potential, of what will be.
It seems I overstrained my eyes on Sunday in the many hours traveling, reading far too much, far too long, staring at small I-phone and its kindle reader app. I really haven't been able to read anything the last two days. Paper, kindle paperwhite, screens of any kind. I have responded to texts, as necessary, only to have blurry vision, watery eyes and headaches. At first I just thought my glasses were dirty. They weren't. I eventually realized I need to rest my eyes. Rest them thoroughly and completely. Already this morning I have written too much and my vision is growing blurry.
So just a couple of photos more. These are both of the upstairs studio in its raw state.
I need to rethink travel reading. I must stop relying on my phone and carry my kindle paper-white with its eye-friendly screen. One more object is less of a strain than this inability to read, to write, to knit, to do needlepoint, embroidery or sew. I am not blind. I can see as long as I am not focusing on small details.
I made an appointment to have my eyes checked, and although there may be a small change in my prescription, I suspect I already know the answer. Rest. I am not good at rest. I had tickets to a play tonight, but thankfully I had already moved them to next week so that I could go to my grandson's basketball game. Now I think this was a wise decision. I can rest. I can sit in my comfy armchair (not a reading chair today), put something on the stereo, close my eyes and let the music wash over me.
