Saturday, January 16, 2016
I've been feeling reclusive lately. I'm not really sure why, but it feels like the right thing to do. I cherish my alone time, which for me amounts to four mornings a week while my children are in school. Staying home in the mornings is mostly a restorative thing. I'm trying to use the time to do things I don't have time (or energy, or peace) for otherwise, like reading and sewing. Crochet can happen almost anywhere; I often crochet in front of the TV, and I take small projects with me on the go. More than the hobbies, it's just good to have some quiet in my day. I feel like my children are getting louder all the time. They're happy, and it's wonderful, but oh, the noise! And I've only got two.
I've felt really stressed out for a couple of months with the LB's medical stuff - not the boy and his needs, but the endless cajoling, arguing and pleading with people at every level of the healthcare chain. I often make my phone calls in the mornings when I'm alone, which can detract from the peacefulness in a big way, but it's a time when I can accomplish things I need to deal with. I can't say I feel restored by this, but it feels good to strike something off the list (even if it does contribute to my reclusive ways and overall grumbliness).
What's your best time of day? Morning all the way, for me. I prefer to do almost anything early in the day - housework, baking or cooking, paperwork, doctor's appointments, grocery shopping. I think more clearly and I feel fresher, healthier somehow. I think I look better too - my hair hasn't lost all its body yet, my always-minimal makeup still looks like it was applied by a grown-up, my clothes are still neatly arranged. I use fewer swear words. I think I lose my grip by about three in the afternoon and it all goes downhill from there.
Are you having a good weekend? It's a quiet one here. Cold and sunny outside, just how I like it. I have some new library books. I'm still working away on Hensfoot, and I ordered some yarn this week for a future project, a new super-sized afghan for our bed, which I have promised myself I WILL NOT START until Hensfoot is done and dusted. I hope to start a cross-stitch project soon. This is such a good time of year for it; the sun shines into our living room most of the day and I can sit in the window with bright light behind me.
Guess what? We bought a new car this week. Like, a new-new car. I've never had one before, so I'm very excited. We got to choose the colors and everything. It's for the Bear to drive (his 1999 vehicle barely functions at this point; my 2006 still has plenty of life in it), but I shall be hijacking as often as possible.