Cirrus of Zenith
Jun. 19th, 2019 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoNot doing too badly, considering that I woke up at 4:30 am again. BUT instead of dithering and brooding while surfing the internet, I actually did a couple of things while waiting for the sun to come up: wrote in my notebook and sorted some things for recycling. I noted that one bird started chirping with determination at about 5 am, but it didn't really catch on with the rest of the birds until 5:30. I'm always conflicted because I long for the Sparrowhawk to wake up and make me a cup of tea, but on the other hand I don't want him to wake up because he needs to sleep. Of course, I could make my own tea, but it doesn't taste as good. So I usually hang around until he gets up.
After tea, we meditated again. This meditation thing is really pretty good. I think it's soothing my brain like a nice cup of tea. Unfortunately, today I was mostly conked out because it was a little too soothing. Then I tried going back to bed for awhile. By then all the lawnmowers were revving up, so I didn't stay there for long, but it was better than nothing. I spent most of the rest of the day tending the Stuff Garden--moving things around, sorting things out, throwing SOME things away. It was a bittersweet pleasure to throw the hospice information and the pricing schedule for assisted care into the recycling bin. A nice young man came to give the AC its yearly wellness check. I had noticed an odd whiff in the basement, possibly gas, and asked him to check. It wasn't gas. It was a dead mouse in the AC vent. He removed it and cleansed the area. Now that's service!
I actually read through what there was of my long-abandoned work in progress. When I got to the part where you have to produce new words, I thought about it for a long time. Perhaps I should just shelve this project until I figure out what's wrong with it. I kind of know what it is, but I don't know what to do about it.
While my mind was all smoothed out between meditation and nap, I remembered my plan to Detach with Love and realized that I need to quit complaining about my siblings and just be glad we've all come as far together as we have. Behold, I opened my email and found that Mr. Science has attended to numerous matters and made marvelous progress with setting up the burial and adjacent events. Yippee. I would have felt stupid if I had still been gnashing my teeth. Now I can smile benevolently and say, "Isn't that nice! Good for you!"
After tea, we meditated again. This meditation thing is really pretty good. I think it's soothing my brain like a nice cup of tea. Unfortunately, today I was mostly conked out because it was a little too soothing. Then I tried going back to bed for awhile. By then all the lawnmowers were revving up, so I didn't stay there for long, but it was better than nothing. I spent most of the rest of the day tending the Stuff Garden--moving things around, sorting things out, throwing SOME things away. It was a bittersweet pleasure to throw the hospice information and the pricing schedule for assisted care into the recycling bin. A nice young man came to give the AC its yearly wellness check. I had noticed an odd whiff in the basement, possibly gas, and asked him to check. It wasn't gas. It was a dead mouse in the AC vent. He removed it and cleansed the area. Now that's service!
I actually read through what there was of my long-abandoned work in progress. When I got to the part where you have to produce new words, I thought about it for a long time. Perhaps I should just shelve this project until I figure out what's wrong with it. I kind of know what it is, but I don't know what to do about it.
While my mind was all smoothed out between meditation and nap, I remembered my plan to Detach with Love and realized that I need to quit complaining about my siblings and just be glad we've all come as far together as we have. Behold, I opened my email and found that Mr. Science has attended to numerous matters and made marvelous progress with setting up the burial and adjacent events. Yippee. I would have felt stupid if I had still been gnashing my teeth. Now I can smile benevolently and say, "Isn't that nice! Good for you!"
