My son’s bedroom has two closets and he uses only one of them. This closet has become the place where I store the “bed in a box” and painting supplies and just random stuff I had not yet found a home for.
The pool noodles and the lawn chairs (which we use for outdoor music concerts) may not get used this summer, but eventually we will be able to gather again. We will save them for that time.
The stuff that I will donate to Habitat for Humanity and a charity shop have to go back in the closet for now. But at least it is organized.
And here are a couple of bonus photos from our walk in the park this week.
Like most of you, I am sheltering in place, at home to reduce the rapid spread of the CONOVID 19 virus.
This gives me lots of time to work on home projects and restoring the floor is a meditative, time-consuming process. It gives me lots of time to reflect on things (other than how great the floor is going to look.)
One of the thoughts that I keep returning to is “How did I get here?” I retired at age 58 from a job that I had loved for decades until I felt overextended and burnt out. I’ve been a caregiver since I was 11 years old. I still am. When did it stop being a purpose and become a burden? I can’t identify the day that happened, but I can identify the decade that it did. It has taken me 2 years of active self-care to get to a point of feeling well enough to start a new project.
Next thought, “Where do I want to go from here?” And I am just beginning to feel my way into the answer.
So while I am sheltering at home, I will continue to clean and lean into what comes.
I have not forgotten you. You find me in strange circumstances. Recently, we have had the confluence of two unusual events: my phone photo/video storage reached it’s capacity and then while I was working on that issue, my 88 year old mom fell and broke her knee.
So I have been hanging out at mom’s house to help her out. But she doesn’t have internet. (I know!!!) So blog responsibilities took a back seat to real life responsibilities. But I believe I can move forward in this way: I need to delete a bunch of photos that I am not likely to keep, but I think are beautiful, nonetheless. So I will share them with you all and then delete them from my phone, to make space for more photographs to share with you all! Sound okay?
So the minimalist in me does not feel obligated to save these photos for eternity, though I did enjoy them for a moment or two.
Hopefully, I will have worked out the bugs in the system and mom will be upright on her own two knees soon.
I realized this is the second kind of lame post in a row. The bathroom tile/grouting project is time consuming and I can really only work on it when my son is visiting at his dad’s because there is no second bathroom to use while work is underway.
In the meantime, I amuse myself with small projects I can knock off in an hour our two. Here is one from this past week.
All that took was a bit of vinegar, a toothbrush and some elbow grease.
And it makes me happy every time I cross the threshold.
PS. I did not get the house that I made the offer on, so back to the property search.
I’m taking a brief vacation in Wisconsin to visit my daughter. We are doing typical vacation things: a visit to the art museum, renting a canoe and paddling around Lake Yahara, buying fruit, pastries and gifts at the local farmers’ market.
Yesterday, there were two manifestations from the vision board:
Staring at me from a greeting card in the art museum gift shop-the bunny in the center of my vision board.
The second manifestation was on Lake Yahara. It was a reflection of light and clouds on the waves. You will just have to trust me on this one as I did not take my camera on the boat.