Mandrake of Simmer
Jul. 19th, 2025 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI'm back to the all too normal situation of feeling that I'm both too tired and not getting anything done. It would be nicer if I could either feel indolent yet perky and cheerful, or else tired but accomplished. The vending machine of life doesn't seem to offer those choices at the moment.
Yesterday was a perfectly beautiful day, the kind of fresh, sunny weather that people think of when it's January and they're longing for summer. It was Dragonfly's turn to come and visit, so we sat out in my back yard to chat and meditate. Meditation was particularly pleasant, sitting quietly and experiencing so many layers of warm sun and cool breeze, drifting green and sweet scents, bird song near and far. I almost felt I was slipping away from gravity to float up into the puffy clouds. Then we had lunch at the restaurant by the lake, and were lucky enough to get in just before the crowd arrived. For dinner I fried some leftover potatoes and made an omelet with chopped green onions and tomatoes, corn, and grated cheese.
Today turned hot and muggy again. I could see the fog rising when I got up. It threatened to rain all day. We got up kind of late, so I didn't get much done except to finish off the laundry and to make some fancy spaghetti sauce for dinner, while listening to a couple more interesting videos about Jane Austen characters. Eventually I will be forced to go to the grocery store, but for the last few days I've been hanging on by the skin of my teeth, creating meals from leftovers and found materials. In this case, I had spaghetti sauce in jars and just fixed it up by thawing out some ground beef and sausage and chopping up some celery remnants, tomatoes, onions, peppers, and marjoram and throwing them in along with a splash of wine. We sat in the back yard again so the Sparrowhawk could get some fresh air, went to church, and had spaghetti when we got home. The long-delayed thunderstorm arrived just as we were coming out of church, but it started as a summer shower and didn't turn into a full-fledged downpour until we had safely entered the house. So it worked out well for us--I don't know about the other congregants.
Yesterday was a perfectly beautiful day, the kind of fresh, sunny weather that people think of when it's January and they're longing for summer. It was Dragonfly's turn to come and visit, so we sat out in my back yard to chat and meditate. Meditation was particularly pleasant, sitting quietly and experiencing so many layers of warm sun and cool breeze, drifting green and sweet scents, bird song near and far. I almost felt I was slipping away from gravity to float up into the puffy clouds. Then we had lunch at the restaurant by the lake, and were lucky enough to get in just before the crowd arrived. For dinner I fried some leftover potatoes and made an omelet with chopped green onions and tomatoes, corn, and grated cheese.
Today turned hot and muggy again. I could see the fog rising when I got up. It threatened to rain all day. We got up kind of late, so I didn't get much done except to finish off the laundry and to make some fancy spaghetti sauce for dinner, while listening to a couple more interesting videos about Jane Austen characters. Eventually I will be forced to go to the grocery store, but for the last few days I've been hanging on by the skin of my teeth, creating meals from leftovers and found materials. In this case, I had spaghetti sauce in jars and just fixed it up by thawing out some ground beef and sausage and chopping up some celery remnants, tomatoes, onions, peppers, and marjoram and throwing them in along with a splash of wine. We sat in the back yard again so the Sparrowhawk could get some fresh air, went to church, and had spaghetti when we got home. The long-delayed thunderstorm arrived just as we were coming out of church, but it started as a summer shower and didn't turn into a full-fledged downpour until we had safely entered the house. So it worked out well for us--I don't know about the other congregants.
