Lunch: Soup, two bowls, the second one had some whole wheat couscous dumped in before heating it
Dinner: Frozen pizza, spinach and something (Amy's, I think)
Snack: Canned pineapple
I am still off balance. Just cannot seem to find my way. In my
defense, it has only been five days and it was a terrible thing that
happened, so I guess I can be patient, at least a little. I guess. The
only good thing to come out of this so far is that when in pain, I
So, lots of stuff getting divested, as well. I have another three
boxes, a couple of trash bags, a brand-new dog bed, and a stool that I
never used for the art project for which it was intended and that I
bought at the same charity shop were it is being delivered tomorrow.
Or, was it that other place. No matter, it is still leaving.
Another interesting thing is that I am getting rid of some big stuff. I
have a couple of prospects to take my big loom. And, I am thinking
that my clay studio is going to be emptied, as well. The weird part is
that I feel lighter. Huge cliché, but it is true. This week has been
just one hit after another and I look around this place and see all of
my lovely things and they just do not hold the same energy for me
Yesterday was the worst. I wanted everything in my life to be gone.
When the cleaning frenzy began, I knew that it would not take much time
to work through the house, so there had to be more, and that more is
stripping this place to its bones. I am shocked at how easily I am
letting this stuff go. This is the final curtain for the books, too. I
took all of the cookbooks out on Tuesday, keeping only four, Alice's Restaurant
(yes, that Alice), a low-carb slow cooker book, a tiny paperback that
has some of my favorite healthy recipes, and a reprint of Housekeeping in Old Virginia, circa mid 1800s. There is one more, but it hardly qualifies. It is an original, 1893 copy of Good Things, made and done for every home and household. If you need to make jugged hare or calve's foot jelly, this tiny book has it. Nice ginger beer recipe, too.
As for the rest, well I thought that I had culled them as best I could
last year, but now I want them all gone. Books, loom, kiln,
everything. I need to just get rid of it all. It is not going to
change what happened, but when the day comes where I am no longer able
to take this place, it will be much easier to pack up and leave. I am
still working on that whole forgiveness thing. That part is difficult.
I am hoping that it is not impossible. I never thought that I could be
so conflicted about this aspect, but I am.