Observation

Valentine's Balloons

I really miss writing in this space.

I have not been writing over here for all the reasons you've probably guessed. It is so simple and easy to just Facebook a sentence or two and move on. I am working on poems which require a different kind of focused attention. Life gets in the way over here just as much as it does at your house.

But I miss this kind of writing, this immediate, conversation-over-coffee-kind-of-prose and I am tempted to put a toe or two back into these waters and see what I might be missing.

I Went for a Walk

There are lots of things I should be doing and I am not doing any of them. I have a menu planning knot to unravel for tomorrow night. I have an Easter Feast to plan. I have 36 pages of Northanger Abbey to finish before book group tomorrow night. I have to change out of this ratty t-shirt for a meeting at the school later this morning. There are breakfast dishes to be done and clothes wrinkling in the dryer. I could take out the garbage and the compost. I could water the front yard or the back yard for that matter. I could be knitting.

I just don't want to do any of these things.

I feel restless, jazzed up and weary at the same time. I need a vacation or a phone call or a reboot.

The only thing that works when I feel this way is to walk. Walk until my head clears and my spirit settles down.

I'm going for a walk.

I wrote this jittery post this morning and just had to come back here and add - the walk soothed and settled me down and I would up having a pretty incredible day. Behold the power of walking.

List

I have been sick. I'm hoping this round of antibiotics will make me feel better.

There are techs in my garage installing a new central air unit and it sounds like they are about to drill through the wall.

I may or may not have super glued my finger to my fingernail this morning.

Frank is seeing a new allergist tomorrow. (I have every intention of throwing myself at his feet and begging him to help us.)

I have all but abandoned my studio. A few week back I moved my laptop out to a shelf in the dining room and I have never moved it back. My desk is now littered with piles of papers and gluten free cookbooks. Boxes are stacked in the corner. There will have to be some major de-cluttering before I get back in there. The very thought of that makes me tired.

More than anything else, I want to go to yoga class on Friday morning.

In the past four months, I inadvertently lost 15 pounds. I kid you not, menopausal metabolism and all. I blame it on the spectre of Frank's unidentified food allergy hovering over me in the kitchen every day.

How have you been?

Feet