Well, it’s time to give you an update from Grace Inspired World of Marji Stevens.
I’m buried in my office working on my book: Gifts From the Porch Swing. It has been a slow process, and harder than I expected, but God keeps impressing me to keep going.
I can only work so long at the computer before my brain turns to mush. Once I’m done working four or five hours on the book I’ve got nothing left to write a blog. Plus, I’ve been finishing up the drawings for Baby Moose in Blahville children’s book.
Speaking of your brain being mush . . . how many times have you driven all the way to the store and realized you forgot your purse? Today I got all the way to the grocery store, which I hate doing anyway, and left my purse home. However, THIS time I remembered my list. Argh!
I couldn’t rectify going all that distance and not getting something, so I found a dollar in change on the floor of the car and bought a donut. (Yes, I know I could have bought an apple.) At least I was happy for the ride home (I hope you appreciate my transparency).
I’m not making excuses, BUT, (which means I am) between writing, grandkids, ministry obligations, and my 105 lb. German Shepherd PUPPY, Oden, (now only 10 months) I haven’t had the time to do a lot of the things I normally do. I’m trying to train the dog not to eat my shoes, or my furniture, or the wood molding etc.
Housework is NOT a priority when I’m in the middle of a project. One reason I invite a friend over once a week is to force myself to clean the bathroom. I’ve successfully piled more dishes in the sink at one time than ever before in my life, and it hasn’t bothered me in the least! (that’s a God thing) That’s not much to brag about, but the stacking part was rather clever.
I also didn’t bother switching the seasonal clothes in my closet. I took most of it to the Goodwill (where it came from in the first place). Who needs fashion when you’re an artist/writer. I wear layers of thrift store flannel shirts because I freeze in my office since I switched to heating with wood.
That’s another thing . . . My hippy, mother-earth streak, from the 70’s, never really left me. It recently resurfaced with all the preper-talk, so I bought a wood stove. Then, I spent a good deal of the summer stacking wood. I love the smell, the cozy heat, the wood piles. But it is a process you have to get used to.
First, you order the wood and they drop it in a huge pile in your driveway, then you wheel barrow it to the woodpile, from woodpile back into the wheelbarrow to stack on porch, porch to wagon, wagon to wood box next to stove, from wood box to stove, ashes to pail, then back behind the wood pile.
It’s been a very creative season for me. I hope you don’t stop visiting my blog. I’ll try to do better keeping in touch. God bless, ya’ll.