five thousand shades of blue
Friday, April 06, 2001
I was reading my daily assortment of blogs when I realized
it has struck. Spring fever.
Martha's got it; so does
Erin. It's a total dissatisfaction with the day to day -- an overwhelming desire to be doing anything but what you're
supposed to be doing. The urge to be creative and carefree, satisfying the child and muse within each and every one of us.
The bug's bitten me too.
I got a bit of a taste of it last night. The first Thursday of every month I host a "Scribal Night", where we do calligraphy and illumination for our
local SCA group, usually painting scrolls for common awards like the and the . I was painting and I realized that I could have happily continued painting on along for hours and hours (I only had about two between dinner and bedtime), but I couldn't.
I want to travel; I want to visit my family again, who I miss so very much; I want to tear apart my house and organize it and clean it, because my life is so busy everything just settles where it lands and it drives me batshit.
Oh, for a rich patron. :)
is
this just not enough…?
