RobinFlood of Bliss
May. 17th, 2022 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoMy old beat-up ironing board lives in the basement. But I don't like to iron down there, because it's a basement. I'm not a fan of underground places with no windows. So I have to schlep it up the stairs when I want to iron. I consider whether to carry the iron at the same time, decide that prudence is the better part of valor, and leave it for the return trip. All this is a gumption trap. But I managed to overcome it at last. I ironed two hot-weather shirts, one long-sleeved linen shirt, one skirt, one polka dot dress, and two pairs of summer pants that had become crumpled during the winter.
I also wrote one email that had been weighing on my mind, had one WIP-related Zoom, planted the potted lily from Easter in the flower bed outside, and repotted the two plants they gave me at the eye doctor. I've packed most of my stuff, but not the things I just ironed, because it would just get all wrinkled again! I'll pack it at the last minute. I also cooked up some vegetables that were in the refrigerator, and I didn't want to leave them behind: zucchini, red onion, green onions, red pepper, bok choy, and walnuts, with soy sauce and oyster sauce. Still anxious about leaving my hobbit hole. I wonder how long it will take to get over the feelings left over from covid quarantine. I guess the sooner we break out, the sooner things will seem normal again. I also wonder how long that will last, if it ever happens. There are many things one cannot know any more.
Now I'm kind of tired. I have good reason not to like basements. Last night I didn't get nearly enough sleep. I woke up way too early after dreaming that I was in a very complicated, dark, and intimidating basement, and I saw a giant rat. I mean a rat the size of a terrier. It was really big. And I tried really hard to kick it. I woke myself up. I was really worried that I had kicked the
Sparrowhawk, but he said I didn't. I had just slammed my foot into the mattress really hard, several times. It was an almighty thumping that woke both of us up. I blame it on basements.
I also wrote one email that had been weighing on my mind, had one WIP-related Zoom, planted the potted lily from Easter in the flower bed outside, and repotted the two plants they gave me at the eye doctor. I've packed most of my stuff, but not the things I just ironed, because it would just get all wrinkled again! I'll pack it at the last minute. I also cooked up some vegetables that were in the refrigerator, and I didn't want to leave them behind: zucchini, red onion, green onions, red pepper, bok choy, and walnuts, with soy sauce and oyster sauce. Still anxious about leaving my hobbit hole. I wonder how long it will take to get over the feelings left over from covid quarantine. I guess the sooner we break out, the sooner things will seem normal again. I also wonder how long that will last, if it ever happens. There are many things one cannot know any more.
Now I'm kind of tired. I have good reason not to like basements. Last night I didn't get nearly enough sleep. I woke up way too early after dreaming that I was in a very complicated, dark, and intimidating basement, and I saw a giant rat. I mean a rat the size of a terrier. It was really big. And I tried really hard to kick it. I woke myself up. I was really worried that I had kicked the
Sparrowhawk, but he said I didn't. I had just slammed my foot into the mattress really hard, several times. It was an almighty thumping that woke both of us up. I blame it on basements.
