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You know, the horse that I’m ridin’
Some days are slogs through distractions and full of effort to complete important tasks while your body decides that now is good time to fall apart. Today was tough. I felt like going to bed 2 hours ago, but here I am with burning eyes in front of the ‘pomputer’ (as the kidlet used to say) struggling to pull out some meaning from the last 24 hours. The weather has changed here over the last day. The wind has been streaming through, vigorous and full of flow. The power it emanates is kind of heady, but the temperature makes me crave blankets, cuddles, and hot hot tea.
We recently acquired some furniture for our bedroom, so today was spent organizing and folding and rearranging and creating Order. Once I started on my clothes and clearing out some space, I delved into the wee one’s drawers to pull out some of the outgrown clothes. The wee one is smaller than her brother was at this age. She has long legs, but is not of the same heft so she’s still wearing some clothes that have been in the drawers for a few months. As such, all the stuff I pulled out was in 3-6 months range. While much of it fits her width, none of it fits her length. Much of it could go into the donation box, but I’m not quite ready to give it up. I find that I have an emotional attachment to their clothes (I know, first world problem), so I file it away in large plastic tubs until I can achieve emotional distance from it and sort the keepsakes away from the donates. So a large part of the day was spent sorting, folding, organizing, and ordering.
Yesterday, I made a big loaf of bread. I find that I really enjoy the whole process from mixing up the yeast to the many kneadings and risings. Yesterday’s bread was nothing special, but I made it and that made it more than just an ordinary loaf of bread. For some reason this made me happy each time I ate a slice today.
We’d orginally planned on going to the desert today for day trip. Once we started cleaning and reorganizing, I started sneezing. Normally I sneeze four times in a row and that’s it. Today I sneezed at least 25 times each time I sneezed. I sneezed Alot today — major allergy attack. Today’s forecast for Borrego Springs included ‘gusts of dirt and sand’. I’m so glad our plans got scuttled.
About xtina
Grew up in NorCal, lives in SoCal. Married with two babies, but the typicalness ends there. Interests: gardening, composting, sewing, biking, swimming, cooking, dialoging, loving, designing, photograghing, laughing, camping, reading, writing, lazing &c. Dislikes: wasting, pontificating, lying &c.