Can I just say, the entire month of May is one big blur. Here...and then gone. Poof. Between school and finals, to beginning to purge my world of non-essentials, to issues with my dad's health, to then trying to find a place to live...and ending up moving before June 1st. Yeah, I don't remember much of May at this point other than a sense of fatigue (maybe exhaustion) and I'm tripping over boxes in my reduced living space to remind me that life is an adventure currently. I am profoundly grateful that our summer heat held off until after I was done moving. Like held off to the day after for our first 100 degree day. How's that for someone watching over me? Thank you to the weather angels for sure! Moving for days was brutal enough. The app that now comes standard on your iPhone logs steps and stairs and mileage for your daily travels. I blew mine out of the stratosphere with the number of times up and down, and back and forth. Ha! So now Fred and I must settle into a new routine. No more yard, means I cannot stumble to the door and just let him out. We are going for walkies! Luckily when I first got him from animal control, we were in an apartment that had no enclosed yard, so I was able to work with him on a leash. I've gotten lazy in the 5+ years we lived in my last place. He's gotten better behaved on a leash. Now if I could only break him of the nasty urge to bolt and take off if he's not leashed and there's an open door. Sunday morning spending 45 minutes trying to track his sorry ass down was not cool because he decided to be "free". My dad and I have pondered the thought many times why some dogs simply have that instinct to run away, and some don't. I'm always slightly envious of those dogs (and their owners) who I see off-leash and they are just hanging out. Mine? No. He's fast. He doesn't come when called. And it's very painful to try and find him. No art for me yet. As I mentioned above, I have boxes on top of boxes on top of me. I had to downsize with this move, to try and get something a bit more affordable. I'm simply tired of being stressed out about money constantly. School is expensive. And I'm at about another year and a half to go. This place isn't forever and I can do it short-term. The physicality of the move has set me back to having to recover. Think of it this way.... I just ran the New York City Marathon. With no preparation. And I'm pushing 50 and overweight. So yes. I'm bruised and in a bit of pain. I'm trying to now eat much healthier, drink plenty of fluids and really listen when my body says sleep. I've also done something to my left hand (my dominant one). I have pain, swelling and numbness, not unlike a carpel tunnel flair-up. Holding a pen or fork or comb is extremely uncomfortable for longer than 2-5 minute increments. I doubt I would be able to hold a paintbrush with any dexterity at this moment. For now, I'll recover and continue unpacking. I've been really brutal with getting rid of stuff. If I haven't worn it, used it or made contact with something in over a year, why am I hanging on to it? Out it goes. I will be making some tough-love decisions with my fabric collection this coming week. I simply don't have room to store it anymore. And well... I sew so infrequently, that it's become another thing sitting around. My priorities and goals have changed. I still love everything about textiles (the colors, the textures, the versatility), but I just don't have the time to sit and sew something like I used to. Even if I make the decision to get rid of at least half of the collection, it will be a big improvement. I've shared some photos of Fred for you to enjoy. I'm grateful for him and his sense of adventure with his mom. I still have hope to maybe road trip with him this summer. Ending this now, as even typing is beginning to aggravate my hand. Positive thoughts that some TLC and rest will calm everything down, and me and my body can find some peace with this new chapter of the journey. Enjoy your week everyone and if in Arizona...find some shade to relax in!
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