Monday, February 15, 2010

A Good Day

It starts off with Roger bringing me a couple mugs (sequentially) of yerbe mate.  I sip it, listen to NPR, and contemplate the day ahead.  I'm usually out of bed at 7:30 and greet Suzie who waits for me at the bottom of the stairs.  After a good belly rub she's ready for her breakfast and I for mine. 

I like to work a Sudoku at breakfast to sort of wake-up my brain.  So by 8:30 it's time to get dressed, make the bed, get the day goin'.  Check my e-mail and do the dishes I couldn't face the night before.  Housework takes me to 10 or 10:30.  Then I can't stand it anymore and I must get outside.  This is when Suzie and I go on a walk.  It it is raining, it might only be a twenty minute tour of the homestead.  If dry, we try to get an hour in--30 minutes out and back.  My sister Rosalie's place is about that far away unless you cut through Jonna's.  Walking gets me thinking about things, noticing the Indian plum is blooming and I see the first skunk cabbage emerging near the stream bed.  I should come back here with my camera and document this.

We get back in time for me to make lunch, soup out of leftovers and a sandwich on Bakery San Juan bread.  Should I check my e-mail once more or read that book I just started?  Hopefully, I can get something done this afternoon.  But I'm tired after my walk, perhaps just a short little nap?  And look, the kitchen is all messed up again and I need to take the laundry out of the drier.  If I'm not careful, it's after one before I can start on any "projects".  I know, I'll go downstairs and work in the craftsroom.

Can't start anything until after I tidy up this place.  Oh, look at those cute baby clothes patterns, I really must get started on them before Audrey outgrows that size.  And here's a box of photos, should I start sorting through them now?  (must concentrate--what do I want to do today)  I've got the yarn for that weaving project.  I'll do it--I'll warp the loom today.  Well, okay, I'll at least wind the warp.  Oh no! Suzie!  Leave that ball of yarn alone!  Bad Dog!  Should only take a minute here to rewind that ball.

Two hours later--so maybe I'll only wind half the warp today.  I think I'll have time to wind the rest tomorrow.  Right now I am going to get a massage.  Let's see,  its on Egg Lake Road, that should take me all of six minutes to get there.  Ahhhhh. 

Home by 5:06.  Must make dinner.  Roger tells me he's delivered the fresh lettuce from his greenhouse for tonight's salad.  I'll cook the ravioli and toss it with pine nuts and pesto.  Peach pie for desert.

Now I'm watching the Olympics on t.v.  Too tired to wind the rest of the warp after dinner.  Didn't accomplish much today, really.  Let's see, nope, just a couple hours worth of weaving prep.  Oh yes, and I finally posted something on the blog.

4 comments:

Linda said...

I can identify so well with this day. Too busy enjoying life to "accomplish" anything.

I'm trying to teach myself that accomplishment is overrated and retirement is a time to take things as they come. There's always tomorrow to wind the warp. Or the next day, if you spend tomorrow making baby clothes or photographing skunk cabbage or reading a book while the music plays.

We have accomplished so much already, just getting to this point in life. I am trying to give myself permission to let go of the drive to accomplish.

I have spent over a month working on what would have been a three day project (finishing the bathroom walls with plaster, paint, and wainscot) if I hadn't taken time out to ski, make plaster casts of tracks, make a snow angel on the very top of the ridge, stare out the window, go to dinner parties, etc., etc. Living well, having a good day, IS an accomplishment.

Congratulations on your good day.

anita said...

Thanks, Linda. You got my point, exactly.

Janey said...

Anita -- you're my role model for retirement! People keep asking, "but what will you do?" All I can say is "not a problem!".

Jeff Barreca said...

Thanks Anita for hosting Grandpa Barreca after his colon surgery. Looking forward to staying with you helped him deal with all the fear and discomfort. Mom would have been proud of daughter #1. Maybe you have some pictures of his visit to share?
Maybe you'll visit the beach? Roche?
The new wottle fence?
Maybe you'll bring back some bull kelp for pickling?
brother Jeff