Pumpkin of Ember

A somewhat better day, mostly thanks to a reasonable amount of sleep. It was a dark-ish morning, but not actually raining, so I went out to rake in the back yard. I ended up doing more general garden clean-up than raking. I took down the garden fence panels and stored them neatly in the shed, which required moving some folding chairs from the shed to the garage. I started emptying pots and put away the tomato cages. And I did fill a couple of bags of leaves. This is a drop in the bucket, but one must start somewhere. I hope I'll get to do some more in the next couple of days, before we leave for Thanksgiving. I wrote a tiny amount of fiction, too. The sun came out in a few brief gleams. I like working outside. It makes me feel alive and in the moment, and I take a rest from regrets of the past and fears of the future. It is my wish to be able to do that indoors as well, but it's easier outside, with mud, foliage, and steel implements. While I was working, I was listening to a recording I have on my phone from a long time ago of a seminar given by Barbara Sher. She's a self-help guide, coach, or whatever that I'm fond of because she doesn't tout positive thinking. One of her projects is called "How to get what you really want even if you have no goals, no character, and you're often in a lousy mood." That sounds like my kind of thing. It's fun to listen to even though I have no illusions I'm going to rush off and do everything she recommends.