After hours....

 
On the wall the clock ticks steadily onward, inching its' way to February. Only a few hours remain for this page on the calendar called January. Silently Ms. Ebby sits, folded into a resting Budda pose. For her it doesn't measure the number of days, just the length, and it's almost "bedtime treat" time. She has the routine and timing down perfectly, and stays near me so as not to miss it!
The kitchen light is on, altho no one is present, it shines brightly into the hallway where I sit.
Things are going quite well in little ElmVille, and I have ajusted to the majority of the changes. I am comfortable here and quite happy. What it lacks in glamor and size is compensated for with love, concern for my wellbeing, and friendship.
The Cottages were lovely to look at, and convenientally located, with lots of beautiful scenery. But what I found living there was a more profound isolation and lack of connection to other people. Sadly I think it's the case for many people in todays fast moving culture. No one seems to have much time for anyone else. It's not that they doesn't care, it's just that everyone is so busy.
I have been sewing nearly every day, and am still working on having my scraps "managed". I seem to be stuck in the 16 patch mode, and as long as it remains fun, I may as well get some of those scraps turned into blocks. Some boxes remain to be unpacked, and I will get to them...eventully. But for now, right now, at least, I'm sewing *VBS*