The days are getting warmer, and I have moved the laptop from the dining table – my winter ‘office’ – back to my corner desk in the guest room. I’m still in the midst of reorganising the space; a new filing cabinet required shifting of boxes, and the rebuilding of the rough shelves over my desk to fit the changed space. I’m hoping to get the shelves finished at the weekend, and then the stuff on the guest bed can be put back into the shelves, and into the new filing cabinet.
As part of this whole reorganisation, I emptied out the top drawer of my desk – and found many, many pens. 83 of them. Yep, 83. Clearly, this is where I toss conference pens, hotel pens, fancy pens, and the packs of new ones I buy occasionally when I find a style I like to write with. I haven’t cleared out this drawer for some time, so I went through them all, and tossed out about 50 which didn’t work or which I didn’t like. My collection of pencils is not yet as bad, as I’ve antidepressants only converted to mechanical pencils a year or so ago, and I’ve only got about 20 (!!) in various different sizes and styles.
We won’t count at this point the rest of my stationery collection. Plain, practical notebooks for writing, and attractive notecards for letters are two more of my minor weaknesses.
Outside, the spring weather is changing the outlook. After 7 years in this house, we still haven’t done the landscaping, but on the slope in front of the house local wattles are growing naturally, and they’re currently a field of gold:
The lovely purple hardenbergia vines are winding their way through various shrubs here and there, and this one, just outside the sunroom window, is flowering prettily against the green leaves of its host shrub:
The hardenberia flower is quite small, but it’s pretty.
I can’t afford to get too distracted by Spring weather, however, as book 2 needs a lot of my attention. It’s coming along, a bit slower than I’d like, but we’re progressing at least a bit every day.