Day to day

These cold days seem to run into one another.......my life seems boring and mundane....same thing day after day.

"Didn't we go through this just yesterday? I am NOT moving. Get over it."

My life is made up of cats and looms, looms and cats. I get up in the morning, and I'm on the road to the studio a little after 8am. Like a regular workday. On arrival, of course, breakfast is the first order of business. Theirs, not mine. Food, fresh water, litter box maintenance.
Whew.
A cuppa tea.
Pellets in the stove, check messages, emails.
Same thing I did yesterday.
My life is uneventful, repetitious, not very exciting.

Get real. I love every minute of it. Don't let ME kid you.

The Coffee House on Sirius, or NPR, whichever rows my boat, cats who amuse me and even sometimes offer physical affection, a dozen looms all warped and ready to go. All day long, I do whatever I WANT TO DO.
NO BOSS. NO TIME RESTRICTIONS. NOBODY TELLING ME WHAT TO DO.
WOW.
This is life after retirement. This is my second life, my second career, the one I have been waiting for, dreaming of.
I love every day I spend at the studio, every single day.
First of all, I love the house, this 200+ year old house with such an incredible personality. I love every board, every window, every imperfection.
And if today I want to weave shawls, I will, and if I decide after lunch, I want to take a nap, or maybe I want to weave placemats, OR NO, maybe I want to cut fabric, or sew fabric, or maybe I want to just sit in front of the stove and cuddle Jinx....then that is what I do.
As DH says, I won't live long enough to weave all the fabric I have....he thinks that is bad. HA!
It is a world that I have imagined, and here I am.
Sweet.