Had a slow day today. It was glorious. I made a manageable tidying goal and mostly stuck to it.
I decided to tackle just the narrow closet in the bathroom. Which then expanded to include (for no reason I can explain) one of the kitchen cupboards.
In junior high we did this awesome project where the class split into two groups and each group created artifacts and made up a civilization and a back story for all the artifacts.
Then these items were burried somewhere offsite and we got to excavate the other group's stuff and come up with plausible explanations for the items we uncovered.
As i moved things around to a configuration that made sense to me... but didn't label anything... it occurred to me that my family is faced with a constant excavating project. Combined with trying to reverse-engineer my tidying thought process.
What could I possibly have been thinking when I put the hair dryer in the box of tools, for instance. And why were there four nailclippers in an eyeglass case?
My slow day today involved reading, watering the garden with the daughter. The weather was lovely. I enjoyed being in the garden. I didn't feel the need to move this or that or dig this or transplant that. I did not, in short, become the Zombie Gardener.
It is the first time that I can recall this summer that I have just enjoyed the garden. I should try that more often. It makes gardening much more relaxing and rewarding.
Grateful Crap: reminders that I can take things slowly while at home and not just away
SLOW time in the garden
talked to a friend
meds in the morning: 150mg venlafaxine, 450mg bupropion
meds in teh evening: 25mg lamotrigine, omega-3, magnesium, multivitamin,
Quaker, teacher, parent,