This is Sunday

I didn’t post a blog on Sunday through all of the last month. I posted something every other day of the week, though: twenty-six blogs in April. Twenty-six blogs, one for each letter of the alphabet. It was a lot more writing than usual. It was fun!

Maybe, for the month of May, I’ll post a blog only on Sunday. That might give me time to be super-productive every other day of the week. I might get to some of the winter projects, still not complete. Like painting the floor, repairing the kitchen cabinets, or finishing the trim. Or completing the set-up of my new exercise room: a project started, then stalled, and still waiting to be finished.

I could complete some things in the studio. There are collagraph plates to be finished and sealed, and others ready for printing. I have four paintings underway, that still need some work. There’s plenty of cleaning and organizing to be done there, too.

Outside, there are leaves to be raked, and flower beds to be cleaned out. There’s always windfall to pick up. The small fire pit in the backyard needs to be bordered with stones. The garden fence needs repair. There is planting to be done. Soon, there will be rhubarb to harvest.

This weekend, we had a funeral in our family, which brought a crowd of visitors to the island, so I excuse myself for my lack of accomplishments. Today, I met my sisters for breakfast, then saw two of them off at the airport. I accompanied the other two as they moved out of their motel room and into the farmhouse. I helped to carry in luggage and make up beds. My cousin Keith aired up the desperately low tires on my car. Then I came home.

We’re getting together this evening, along with several cousins that are still here, for dinner. In between, I wanted some time at home. I did one load of laundry, cleared some leaves and debris from the peony bed, and took the dogs for two long walks. I picked a bouquet of daffodils, and another of hyacinth. Not the most productive of days, but a nice one, anyway. Maybe by next Sunday, I’ll have something more momentous to report.