My first thought was, what free time? And then my next thought was that my free time activities sound so dull: writing, reading, cooking (at times when my kitchen hasn't been removed from the house). Most weeks, I also do some abstract work with my Copic Sketch markers. Here's a recent one that I like:
As I was thinking about space, I was trying to make little round shapes that look like planets. But I was also thinking about interior space.
I don't do as much with fiber art as I once did. I don't do as much with anything as I once did. I really am spending more of my waking hours at work. If I'm not at the office in my day job, I'm also teaching online, which requires huge chunks of time during most weeks.
That's why I'm grateful for time away. On Friday, it was very warm in the cabin after I arrived at Lutheridge. So I spent the afternoon taking a very long walk. And then I sat on the porch in a rocking chair and sketched:
I thought I didn't like the image, but I looked again this morning and was pleasantly surprised.
I've spent the week-end reading a wonderful book, The Fifth Season, by N. K. Jemisin, which I may write more about later.
I heard Jane Fonda talk about her life on yesterday's edition of All Things Considered. She talked about how many people have lots of experiences, but few people contemplate the meaning of it all. But lately, I've been wondering if I need to have more experiences--but part of that may be the all-consuming nature of these last rounds of home repairs.
But let me think about the giant leaps we took in terms of home repair last week: the fence passed final inspection, the problematic self-piercing valve was removed, all of the flooring on hand was installed, the kitchen floor is more level than it's been since we've moved in--no wonder I'm a bit distracted.