a work in progress

We woke to humid warm temperatures; it didn't cool off much all night from the 105 degree heat we had in Belfair yesterday. I can't ever remember such high temperatures here in July. The air is still, not the hint of a breeze - just warm, heavy, and still.

One of the ways I'm coping with Marissa moving away, is doing artwork and journaling. I found a stack of 6" x 8" matboard scraps at the thrift store, all different colors. The called out to be pages in a book; and the little brown leather suitcase I found for a song, called out for recovering inside so it could become the new home to my pages. So, I covered the inside with some lovely wallpaper and suddenly it is so much fun to open and close it to see and handle all the pages I've done so far. I'll be sending the book to Marissa when I finish it - it seemed like the nearest thing to a piece of my heart I can share with her right now.