This morning after I dropped the boy off I did some banking, picked up a few things like milk and juice, searched fruitlessly all over for the toy car Liam’s chosen as his next potty goal, bought a linen skirt and shirt with the gift certificates/credit notes from Christmas gifts that didn’t fit, and searched equally fruitlessly for dark coloured t-shirts that aren’t handkerchief thin. I’ve been fighting an odd throat cold for the past five days. I had no voice at all on Thursday and Friday, one that rasped and faded in and out on Saturday and Sunday, and isn’t much better today. While I was out I found a Tylenol product for aches and dry cough, so I’ll be taking those to help me sleep. We’ve been running the humidifier but my throat is still spasmy and tickly at night. I’m hoping these help suppress the dry cough.
When Ceri was over on Saturday she teased me by asking what I was going to jump into next, and course I had nothing officially lined up. The first few days post-book are always odd: I want to give myself a break, but I’m restless and keep trying to think of things to do. There’s a box of cello books that will be here tomorrow or Wednesday, but that’s not soon enough. I usually leave the reference books associated with a particular project by my desk for a while too, but by late Friday afternoon I’d cleared all the hearthcraft ones away and was left staring at an empty space on my desk. I turned around to look at my shelves and saw my Vivaldi biographies.
Guess what’s starting up again in my brain.
I realised that for some reason I’d never made a themed notebook for my Vivaldi research, so while the boy napped on Sunday I opened my file and browsed through the images I’d saved a year and a half ago as inspiration, then searched for one or two more for landscapes and such things. I resized some and put them through a sepia filter, printed them out, and tried a couple of layouts. I have one I’m happy with, so I may try to transfer it to my notebook this afternoon. The last time I did one of these it didn’t work as well, though; the ink ran and soaked through the paper. I may have to test different glues and varnishes first so I don’t ruin it.
Evidently I was tapping in to a worldwide Vivaldi movement in October of 2006, because there are an unusual number of books and documentaries being released and filmed now. There’s nothing along the lines of what I’m writing, though, so I’m going to try slipping back into it.
Not that I may have much time! I have a meeting this coming Friday morning with the company for whom I did language consulting work last spring, to talk about the sequel project.