Today, in the mid-morning, I climbed up the big wooden ladder to the loft. I keep my toys there: All the yoga stuff, and the music instruments and the sewing machine.
The idea with making a space up there was to get my things out of the way but still have everything accessible. In reality, though, what has happened is that while my daily life goes on, with chores and such, all those fun things are out of sight and out of mind. That's not right.
So today as I got up there I said "nothing will get me down from here for about one hour". And then I did it all. Just a little bit: Some reading, some yoga, picked up a guitar and a fife, and lastly I sewed up a seam in a shirt of mine.
It was all so good that I gave it a name: "Time for me". I hope it sticks. It's not like I have not had "time for me", but I get to feeling guilty if I think I'm slacking.
So now that this time has a name, and (sort of) a time of day, I will make the best of it.
Tomorrow, here I come!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I love my old boots
Maybe I'm getting old? There was a time when I would buy any cute
shoe, in any too small size, if I could just get my feet into them. The
pain was irrelevant. I'd wear thinner socks, or none at all. Or just
take the pain, grin and bear it, as they say.
It wasn't even that I have big feet. For my height, they're almost small, especially looking from up here. *pause for snickering* OK, they are a size nine, American.
I walk. Not for a living, but for life, or whatever you'd call it. I walk because I like setting one foot in front of the other. It just feels so good.
My hiking boots are big, and very old and very, very broken in. They are, actually, full on broken, there are cracks in the leather and my toes have made such an untidy row of low spots in the front. They smell of leather and of sagebrush - and of me.
My boots will be gone soon, maybe after this winter. I will miss them. I will look forward to getting a new pair. But I want to hurry up and walk all I can walk in these wonderful old boots as long as I can.
(Also, I have been gone for weeks, from here, though not walking... Things ganged up on me - things to do.)
It wasn't even that I have big feet. For my height, they're almost small, especially looking from up here. *pause for snickering* OK, they are a size nine, American.
I walk. Not for a living, but for life, or whatever you'd call it. I walk because I like setting one foot in front of the other. It just feels so good.
My hiking boots are big, and very old and very, very broken in. They are, actually, full on broken, there are cracks in the leather and my toes have made such an untidy row of low spots in the front. They smell of leather and of sagebrush - and of me.
My boots will be gone soon, maybe after this winter. I will miss them. I will look forward to getting a new pair. But I want to hurry up and walk all I can walk in these wonderful old boots as long as I can.
(Also, I have been gone for weeks, from here, though not walking... Things ganged up on me - things to do.)
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