Since we couldn’t let the summer slide by without a single swim, Ken and I headed over to Crystal Lake this morning. Dunk! The water was fine, the beach nearly empty. We need to do better next year!
I woke early today full of fire to continue the novel’s history notes. I was hard at it by six, drinking yesterday’s coffee on ice. Progress is being made. In fact, I’m really getting there.
California looms. Not sure why. It could simply be all the effort involved in packing, traveling, and living in someone else’s house for three weeks. Maybe I’ve traveled enough for the year.
It’ll be fine.
Yesterday I offered a boomer tale. Today I make a boomer confession.
I recently attended an hour-long training session for a Voter Hotline for North Carolina and it’s a no for me. Not gonna do it and I’m not gonna feel bad about it either.
It would require adding four new apps to my laptop (each with a password!) and then making calls with four tabs open and switching around between them. Could I figure it out? Of course. But I’m sick to death of figuring things out (difficult things, intricate things, layered things — having to do with self-publishing and Medicare).
Furthermore, it’s hard enough to imagine making those call from here, but in Los Angeles? Where I might need to spring out of my chair for something my brother needs? I don’t think so. I’m sick to death of writing postcards to voters but I’ll keep at it.
(And, BTW, the women on the Zoom call who had to fetch her husband to figure out how to operate the mute button? Can’t imagine she’s gonna pull this off either).
I’m composing two small Moon villages in between productive but exhausting cleaning forays into the basement.
I have practically filled our garbage bin THREE TIMES with wool — skeins of it, old sweaters (felted and saved for my mice-making), and significant yardage, including some gorgeous forest green wool my mother bought in Ireland.
If I had the energy, I might be heart broken about it all, but I’m too busy being grateful for the way the moth damage is so pervasive that decisions are crystal clear. Out. Just out. Space is being created.
I’m tackling fabric now.
Whatever it takes to accomplish some purging is good, even moth made holes. The space we get when we purge , literally and figuratively, is a gift in so many ways. Good news that it’s going well for you ♥️♥️🌈☀️♥️♥️
Thanks Kristin. It’s daunting but the pay off is huge.
Dee~ I love it when the decisions are practically made for us, based on moths (this time for you), energy, focus…whatever. Sometimes I go in circles first to make the decision and then to make it in the best way. Today I threw in the towel and just put an unused beside commode and walker under the stairs for a neighbor. There was many offerings at the moment, so I hope it can be useful to someone.
I have two tubs of fabric that I intend to go through. I’m really not stitching much.
I hope you enjoy your trip out here. The current house cloth looks like SoCal with our heat! I loved seeing those wet footprints and the reminder to ‘do better’ in these ways is so important.
Be well.
The clear cut decisions are relieving. Fabric? Gawd. I want most of it — the smaller the scrap, the more I like it! Whose bedside commode was it?
I can throw some fabric in the car when you are in CA! 😁
J.’s post surgery, never used it. sigh.
saying NO is just as important as saying YES
you said YES to a swim;-)
I used to only want to swim when I was overheated, this Summer I made up my mind to dive in more, and I discovered I thoroughly enjoy it!
totally get the sense of loom, having travelled a lot this year upon my last return home I thought: that’s enough for this year (but then again who knows….)
thank god for mice, snails and other critters who help our decision-making
p.s. those tweed kittens were cute tho’
Thank you for your positive reminder about yes/no. And critters? Yes. I found four dead mice last week too.
Usually swimming is not on my list of fun things to do, mostly because it requires taking off my glasses and hearing aids … but the intense sun and heat at Grayton Beach made the water so inviting that I couldn’t resist going in … unfortunately, I didn’t realize how much rougher the surf had gotten on our last day until I was already in … and so it happened, as I slogged my way back to shore, that a wave hit me from behind and tipped me over … I started to laugh when I realized I couldn’t get back up … which made me laugh even harder as one wave after another rolled me around … Don finally pulled me upright and not one of my family members said a word as I sloshed back up the beach and flopped back into my chair (out of pure mortification no doubt) … it still makes me grin to think about it
hmmm … I seem to have hijacked your blog space for an impromptu writing jag … hope it gives you a grin of your own
I never mind the long comment when it’s got a scene like THAT in it. I’m glad you weren’t hurt!
Purge. A friend told me,”Think of it as getting rid of bad karma”. That gets me purging when I know I should get to it and haven’t. For example, the photos that make me sad, more must go.
Purging today? On a cool, dry, sky blue day? Nope, I am “escaping” for a long walk as soon as I stop blathering here.
BTW though: I am not yet strong enough to swim 🙁 That’s crazy, right? I’m so glad you guys got in a dip. And that you continue make trips to CA to help your brother. Just so sad.
I applaud your decision to say “no” to phone banking. I went canvassing (with a partner) and it was very interesting, I love it when someone opens their door. I’ll do more doors in 2 weeks. And I gotta tell you, there are too many Trump flags in PA as well as upstate NY. One guy, in the purple neighborhood I was in, answered for the woman we looking for (Dem at that address) yelled over the door-ring-camera-bell: “I’m a Trumper, GO AWAY”. I haven’t encountered one friendly “trumper” have you? ok, there was one that same that day who did smile and say, “don’t bother coming here”.
@Liz! what a great description of wave-tumbling on the beach and the experience of it being oddly funny – and fun – yet simultaneously humbling. I’ve been there, too.
I’m so proud of you getting out there and knocking on doors! I saw a trump flag up in Gloucester this weekend. One trump flag. That’s it. Just threw out two more dolls with woolen bases. Sweeping mouse turds up without a mask probably not a great idea. Anyway good thing I’m obsessed with vacuuming these days.
Have just ordered your book, paperback through Amazon, will arrive appr. September 17!!!
thank you Saskia! I really
hope you like it.
ouch re: dolls! They’ve all been so great IMHO.