My brother moved in with us about a month ago. The reasons why are unimportant here, but what is important is finding ways to adapt to the disruptions in the daily life of Josh and me. Our privacy is definitely less, and while my brother makes a very small footprint, there is still the fact of another person living in our house. This means doors normally opened all the time are now closed. Conversations are carried on more discreetly if necessary. My studio now has someone sleeping in it, so reading the news online at 5:30 a.m. is out of the question unless I boot up the antique notebook. Josh telecommutes, so this means that his office cannot have someone living in it, especially if he needs to start work in the wee hours of the morning.
For me, morning hours before getting ready for work are my time. Coffee, news. Now, it is coffee . . . and?? Knitting, reading. No email. No news. We don’t have television, but I would not want to listen to it in the first place because it would be noise. Maybe I should take a walk, but that would mean getting dressed. Just the silence of the morning is wonderful, and in the summer, the birds and squirrels are delightful companions – except for the past several days, the morning is a thick, dripping fog!
Knitting is happening, but I haven’t gotten into painting at all for the last month. I think I will begin to do it again – now that we are all adjusting to one another. There just has to be a sense of comfort to paint – it takes time, introspection, thought. Knitting can be more automatic and less contemplative. The three of us have our moments, and it is not always easy or pleasant, but I think we are all working toward a common goal of peaceful co-existence.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 