Yesterday was amazing. Somehow there was an ease, a lightness as I moved through doing things that made for delight.
I'm not even sure I can remember all I did. Effort flowed naturally from putting up the early spring (Ostara) things and setting out the late spring (Beltane), to some photographs of the china, to some tidying of the garden and planting (basil & chives). I worked on the land mail art project, and ran errands with Christine. All the CDs are now boxed, as we inch through the Hall and Carpet project. And I made tofu au vin! Which was amazing, although I probably added too much corn starch. Our evening entertainment was the first episode of House of Cards. In the first screen of the Wikipedia page i've already received one spoiler, so i won't read any further. It was quite engaging, and, with the hung parliament in England -- well, no. I can't say it's relevant.
First thing today was a call to Mom that went swimmingly, although her t-shirt gift had not arrived (despite extortionary shipping) and she isn't getting email. I then diddled far too long researching the china pattern i have from my great great aunt. I want to say i loathe the floral pattern, but it's more accurate to say i find it utterly alien. The shape, though -- i do have a fondness for the shape. If it were devoid of decoration, i'd love the pattern. (Photo set on flickr, there's a page on my paw prints blog, too.)
Since then it has been a bit of a down-hill roll, partly because yesterday was So Amazing, partly because i have a 6 am meeting tomorrow. I think Christine and i are on lousy feedback patterns. Mother's Day is being hard for her.
For another thing, after my asthma flare on Tuesday night, i am now having dermal issues, with the worst being a sore on my lip. Overnight it seems to worsen: i don't know if that's due to being prone or a difference in breathing. I feel like the inflammation is much beyond the ulcer and psoriasis seems more active. Yesterday was the same as today, actually, but i was in much better spirits yesterday. Christine reads my complaints today as being under the weather.
I think i came home from Meeting and Meeting for Business a little tired and hungry. The Meeting for Business itself was light and easy, but then in the section where we share our concerns, one member had a concern that the group we share our building with was moving the piano and not putting it back. This reminded me that i had heard informally that my role as liaison had been passed on to someone on the appropriate committee. But i've not heard formally, i don't know exactly what's going on -- so i end up chatting with someone on that committee, and the Building & Grounds Clerk and the Calendar Clerk (who happen to be the same person) overhears. She is a bit more animated in her response than i, which puts the person from the committee on the defensive a bit. All in all it was an awkward conversation because out of compassion the person on the committee in question is not speaking plainly and saying "Yes, the clerk should have told you." As this particular person is someone who has caused my household grief with a certain casualness in communication some years back, i am still trying to release and forgive. He is far too overcommitted a person, and i just try to accept him where he is.
This afternoon and evening has evaporated like a damp dishcloth left in the sun on a picnic table, all stiff.
I better wrap up so i can get up early tomorrow.
I'm not even sure I can remember all I did. Effort flowed naturally from putting up the early spring (Ostara) things and setting out the late spring (Beltane), to some photographs of the china, to some tidying of the garden and planting (basil & chives). I worked on the land mail art project, and ran errands with Christine. All the CDs are now boxed, as we inch through the Hall and Carpet project. And I made tofu au vin! Which was amazing, although I probably added too much corn starch. Our evening entertainment was the first episode of House of Cards. In the first screen of the Wikipedia page i've already received one spoiler, so i won't read any further. It was quite engaging, and, with the hung parliament in England -- well, no. I can't say it's relevant.
First thing today was a call to Mom that went swimmingly, although her t-shirt gift had not arrived (despite extortionary shipping) and she isn't getting email. I then diddled far too long researching the china pattern i have from my great great aunt. I want to say i loathe the floral pattern, but it's more accurate to say i find it utterly alien. The shape, though -- i do have a fondness for the shape. If it were devoid of decoration, i'd love the pattern. (Photo set on flickr, there's a page on my paw prints blog, too.)
Since then it has been a bit of a down-hill roll, partly because yesterday was So Amazing, partly because i have a 6 am meeting tomorrow. I think Christine and i are on lousy feedback patterns. Mother's Day is being hard for her.
For another thing, after my asthma flare on Tuesday night, i am now having dermal issues, with the worst being a sore on my lip. Overnight it seems to worsen: i don't know if that's due to being prone or a difference in breathing. I feel like the inflammation is much beyond the ulcer and psoriasis seems more active. Yesterday was the same as today, actually, but i was in much better spirits yesterday. Christine reads my complaints today as being under the weather.
I think i came home from Meeting and Meeting for Business a little tired and hungry. The Meeting for Business itself was light and easy, but then in the section where we share our concerns, one member had a concern that the group we share our building with was moving the piano and not putting it back. This reminded me that i had heard informally that my role as liaison had been passed on to someone on the appropriate committee. But i've not heard formally, i don't know exactly what's going on -- so i end up chatting with someone on that committee, and the Building & Grounds Clerk and the Calendar Clerk (who happen to be the same person) overhears. She is a bit more animated in her response than i, which puts the person from the committee on the defensive a bit. All in all it was an awkward conversation because out of compassion the person on the committee in question is not speaking plainly and saying "Yes, the clerk should have told you." As this particular person is someone who has caused my household grief with a certain casualness in communication some years back, i am still trying to release and forgive. He is far too overcommitted a person, and i just try to accept him where he is.
This afternoon and evening has evaporated like a damp dishcloth left in the sun on a picnic table, all stiff.
I better wrap up so i can get up early tomorrow.