Rainy days and Sundays.

It pretty much rained all day here in Bisbee yesterday.

After the trip to the farmers market at 9 am I pretty much stayed in the house and tore apart the kitchen and moved things around. By 10 pm I was near finished but had to stop due to a cashew 911 (a fave snack right now).

A feeling of shock washed over me that I spent the whole day where I basically cleaned, moved things, sorted out and then stood back to see how it all looked and then moved it again. My process is slow for sure. My progress even slower.

In the end, it will have a flow to it. I hope.

After all those years walking in and out of people's houses when I was a realtor I got a good sense of flow of energy. Some people have the most amazing decorating capability, and some people have a weird penchant for beachy things glued/bolted and propped up against their house in tiny towns in the desert.

cricket..cricket..

This day brings working down at the wee Poco for brunch then home to try to finish this kitchen thing. It could take me days if I don't focus. I can't fathom trying to deal with the laundry room.. it could mean getting rid of a piece of furniture I kinda love... so I'll just sit tight and bask in the sounds of John Platt on WFUV doing his show with a bunch of Falcon Ridge faves on the show.

Envious of all my pals that are there. I love a good folk festival.