Feeling pecky
It’s raining on my front paddock. A lovely soft grey soaking rain that make the cycads look very out of place but the grass and the eucalypts are being shaded into almost Scotch mist tones that are trawling memories of soft dyed fabrics and warm food smells and golden tones of music into my grumpy late Sunday afternoon.

It is not doing a lot for my headache, but then that could be due to the fact that two of the four humans in this household have been ‘dying’ with spectacularly gross head colds for the last few days and I am starting to feel that I might be coming down with the dreaded lurgy too. On the other hand there is also a frustration that I am feeling what might almost be called ‘a bit pecky’.

I want to do some painting; practice my efforts at painting a folk art style rose for a start, and possibly do some developing of those delightful baroque shells and curlicues that have so far eluded my skill.
I want to do some spinning; I’ve got one basketful of washed fleece ready to spin and then I have to either wash some more, prepare some in-the-grease (which is nice to spin, but smelly and sticky), wash and dye some fleece or dye some rovings and I can’t settle to any of them
I want to weave, but the yarn I have currently created I have decided to crochet into a blanket for my sister, and right now I don’t really fancy crochet until tonight when my eyes are going to be entranced by Sunday night on the ABC – Charles Dickens, Daniel Deronda and Sparta. If nought else, an interesting mix!

I’m not overly fond of feeling pecky. I don’t really enjoy it, but right now I’m sniping at every body in the house, and in a strange way I am actually enjoying being nasty. Obviously I don’t get nasty often enough because in a funny way, the reactions of the family are such that I am being cheered up by the way in which they scurrying around plying me with coffee and tea and Tim-Tams (a rectangular chocolate biscuit that is often used as a medium of exchange in this family … I wonder if the world would be better off under a Tim-Tam based economy?)

I know what will really cheer me up! I’ll go knock some stuffing out of some bread dough, the old fashioned way – that’ll be the ticket!