doing something that makes me happy
I sat in my parlor and laid out a quilt.
So far the quilts have not sold but I need to make them. The making makes me happy. It is a good thing. Especially when events in the United States were what they were this weekend. I was horrified. Distressed. Appalled.
I listen to a lot of audiobooks when I am working and I have been currently listening to two books about resistance in World War II. I needed to put them away and listen to something else. It is much to close to home. One of the books I was listening to is The Zookeeper's Wife. It is a biography the Warsaw zookeepers and the choices they made. Choices that saved lives and resisted.
I told my Beloved that every time I like something on social media, comment, or post, I wonder now if it will mean someone knocking on my door. Gestapo like. I can see it coming. But I know where I sit.
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