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| Deserted back thistle finch feeder |
It's a rainy day which means a break from the outside chores and adjournment indoors. As Bea mentioned over at the Frog and Penguinn, seems irrelevant to say much these days with the OK tragedy. We sent checks to Red Cross and Salvation Army immediately and many prayers. Our friends there are safe thankfully, but so much devastation...Despite the normally actively used black thistle seed finch feeder out back today, one odd lone gold finch decided he wanted into the top of the mini Alberta spruce out front. Was he off course? Was he trying to stay dry? Who knows. So seldom do they venture out front away from the back seed feeder that he caught my eye. But all I could capture was this glimpse. I know it is a he because the males are the more brilliant gold. Meantime the back feeder is deserted as they all avoid the showers.
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| View out front window. A gold finch hides atop the mini Alberta spruce and the tulips are about done blooming, grass is growing |
I have tried to dedicate two hours a day to clearing the mess of paper in our downstairs back bedroom, results of my attempts to consolidate and winnow photos, ours and all the inherited ones I brought from PA. So far I do not reach my goal of two hours a day, because I allow distraction to occupy and divert my attention. I see something about the photos that sends me to the computer to look up genealogy and then to determine whether or not I have scanned that photo and if so it can be tossed or set into a very small stack which will go into an album. Once at the computer it is easy to check Facebook or a multitude of things and then soon it's time to return upstairs and start dinner. I have justified the mess in that room because no one is here to use it, it is downstairs and out of the sight of any guests and if I keep all this stuff out and about I am more likely to deal with it. But lately I cannot stand it any longer and so I made the two hour a day vow. Today with the late April showers is a good day for inside work and I am avoiding the Room.
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| The Room: Dresser and boxes and vintage suitcases which store photos and documents. Assorted stacks on top the dresser |
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| The Room: Across from dresser the daybed houses albums and more photos and ephemera. Old 48 star nylon flag atop one pillow |
A friend said she has seen far worse and so what, who cares, well that only encourages me. Yes, I could quickly put the photos into those vintage suitcases and boxes and be clear if I needed to, but just as surely as I do that I will want something for some reason and will have to retrieve by releasing the stuff from its container. That's why I decided a year ago to leave things be. No, I have not been merely dawdling but gave two good hours to vacuuming upstairs, and downstairs and the stairs themselves and rearranging some of the sunroom furniture, one of the few if not only portable rooms in this house. But this does not "redd up" the mess in The Room. Redd up is a western PA term, but friends from Indiana say it too, while others look at me as though I have uttered a foreign language when I say I'm going to "redd up now." Jerry is used to these idioms, and of course when in PA, no problem, but here? No they do not understand.
Here's a corner of the rearranged sunroom,, a favorite place in good weather and a walk in ice box in winter. No sun today but good sitting, reading, pondering place or for storm watching. Activity happened there because I acquired a new ladybug doormat and allowing the distraction I shuffled furniture. But now I return back to The Room, wish me concentration and progress, then again as my neighbor said, "why get it all done at once, we are retired...save something for a rainy day.." oooops, that's today.
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| New lady bug door mat for sunroom door onto back deck |
