“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It may seem that the question of services (like the lawn) is a mundane one, yet it is connected of course with your attitudes toward work and daily life. Your writing and painting provide “services” of a different order. You should make no absolute decisions in the latter, say, of other services. Some can be enjoyable adjuncts, and serve as relaxation. In other words, avoid black or white thinking. Take advantage of having services occasionally performed by others, and be more flexible in that regard.

(Pause.) Art provides its own services to the individual, whether or not it appears to be utilitarian. Ruburt’s own inspiration operates with its own rhythms: his Stonehenge poem, or whatever. In between, while it may seem he is not being as creative, inner work is being done that will later appear in a new burst of creativity. This applies to long or short projects.

I am merely citing examples. Your house is perfectly set up, however, so that if you wanted to it can be expanded to suit further needs: the large center portion (gesturing) serving as your communal living quarters—this area—and with some creative extensions you could have quite appropriate separate working wings at either end, providing you both with more work space, feelings of privacy, and esthetic pleasure.

(Frank had an idea about placing one of our old chairs on rollers so Jane could be wheeled right beside the john to slide over onto it while she was having walking difficulties. He went for his tools and supplies, returned in an hour, and the two of us spent much of the afternoon making such a vehicle. It worked—but barely, for it was too high for the john, and had no cushion for Jane’s backside comfort.

(I decided to rebuild it, so Saturday morning I went to the lumber yard for the supplies, and spent the day doing the work, including cutting down the chair even more. The larger rollers especially helped. [I’d changed the original, fancy rollers Frank had used, but the replacements were also too small.]. The new chair worked much better, but Jane had trouble keeping the cushion in place. My back bothered me considerably Friday and Saturday.

(We had company Saturday night. I let Jane sleep Sunday morning while I spent a couple of hours fastening the cushion in place and covering it with linoleum tablecloth material so that she could slide more easily on it. We tried the new contraption at noon when Jane got up, and it now works fairly well, well enough to be of consistent use. I may try a slicker covering for the cushion if one can be found.