Just keep swimming

I keep wanting to post pretty pictures for you, like these and these, but apparently spring is only coming to Portland this year.

We had greyness and further greyness today, and I was doing laundry, which, while it may be colorful, spinning round and round like one of those cardboard-tube kaleidoscopes, does not especially lend itself to blogtography. Yes, I made up that word. Let's all use it, so I can end up on the Graham Norton show. And more importantly, in the OED.

Anyway, I have enough trouble carrying the damn laundry without the added bonus of a Nikon necklace.

So then I thought, well, the inside of my house is probably more colorful than the world outside at the moment, so let's go foraging. Yep. Blue within blue Fremen curtains, check.

Baskets full of yarn. Check. Sleeping cat, whose colors are admittedly rather subdued, but that's because she's in forest-floor camouflage.

I do so like a stack of clean towels. I didn't take any pics of it, but I'm just sayin'. Mine are all various shades of purple and green, and I arranged them in alternating stripes: lavender, seafoam, violet, jade.

When so many things are up in the air, I find it soothing to focus on the nitty gritty little details of life. Clean towels. Rice. Knitting a mitten. Breathing in and breathing out. I had a conversation earlier that went like this:

"What's going on with that apt? But when will you know? But what will you do if you don't get it?" Shhhhhh.

You're interfering with the flow, dude. I can handle this only by keeping very very still, and looking at the calm surface of the water. Don't tell me about the tsunami over there, because there's nothing I can do about it.