Today

 It’s been cool and gray and drizzly all day. It is four in the afternoon and I have my couch set up so I can sit at one end with my feet up and look out the patio door. The Mexican crew are across the street replacing the old aluminum railings on the balconies with new ones that look from here to be black iron. I close my eyes, and it feels like Costa Rica. Hammering, sawing, staple guns pop. Once in a while someone breaks into song, a wailing sad sounding ballad. Now someone is shouting, sounding like an angry man laying down the law. There is a Spanish rhythm, emphasis on every third or fourth word. Soothing to listen to, interrupted occasionally by some call and response among the others. Much laughing. And the hammering continues. Looking through my gauzy curtains is like watching a performance from a back row of the theater.  For a while a guy riding a stand-up mower circles the yard, round, round, round, eventually reaching the biggest tree in the center and moving on to another yard. The sun comes out for a few minutes, like a spotlight on the guys on the ladders across the way. A shout of joy. Chatter, a snatch of song again. The sound of the mower hums in the distance. Sun goes. Rain returns. The sound of the falling rain is soporific.

Earlier I finished two more shelves and put them on the wall. I have lots of cardboard  and four brackets left and am looking for another place to put a shelf.  When you have a hammer…

I walked half a loop earlier, but the rain, although it felt good on my face, eventually drove me inside.

A peaceful kind of day.  I am surrounded by tables with beginnings of  various projects on each.

Since I moved the TV into the bedroom, I now have three tables to work on. But I am sort of stumped, mentally. Just coasting along vaguely focussed, waiting for something to present itself.