It’s like rest but not really (Week 26: Meandering And Reflection)

monday

I want to crash, but instead, there is laundry and cleaning to do, and the children want supper. All right. All right. I cook and do battle with the kitchen.

I lose.

But. I do cook.

tuesday

I spend the day in gratitude. And, I almost rest. Almost.

wednesday

Errands! And, I rearrange my space. You know what’s coming.

But first—I drive out to visit a friend in the country and feed a nine week old calf from a bottle and meet a redneck with a heart of gold who gives me a cheap Indian cigar. Also, see baby owls learn how to fly. Beautiful.

thursday

A rough day. Damn anniversaries. I read Hafez.

friday

I fall to pieces.


“If There was Something To Desire,” Vera Pavlova

saturday

I lie on the ground. Dance on me; I will not get up.

sunday

I am Canadian.

newsflash!

I just arm-wrestled my 6’3 tall 16 y o son & won & I only had to cheat a little. ;P

In other news, the 13 y o-almost black belt is now officially more flexible than her elderly mother. But, I can still kick her in head. She wasn’t expecting that.

I can still kick the 8 y o’s butt at everything. Except for video games.

How brief the reign is.

overheard

Sean: And that’s the last time I bring you guys free syringes I scavenge at work!

Sometimes, I just don’t want to know.

Flora: I hate you! You’re ruining this hippy family.

That’s to Cinder. Who’s going to a real bricks and mortar school next fall. She disapproves. Me? Mixed feelings. But generally, I think he’s ready; he’s gonna be all right.

Cinder: Did you know that Hitler had literally one ball? There’s an article in The Guardian about that today.

We google it and verify the research, and then find this video:

We call it social studies.

other things

I don’t know, my love. Life can be good and one can be sad all at the same time, right?

Right.

I go to bed every night with Rex Stout’s Archie Goodwin. Nero Wolfe’s there, too, but it’s all about Archie.

this week

I don’t know, my love. I need to rest, I realize, but I seem to have forgotten how to do that.

I will stretch out in the sun every chance I get this week, like a lazy cat.

And on rainy days, I will smoke sheesha and dream.

Life can be good and one can be sad at the same time.

xoxo

“Jane”

PS

2018

The year started with a Monday; so does every week (Week 1: Transitions and Intentions)

Easier than you think, harder than I expected: a week in eleven stanzas (Week 2: Goodness and Selfishness)

A moody story (Week 3: Ebb and Flow)

Do it full out (Week 4: Passions and Outcomes)

The Buddha was a psychopath and other heresies (Week 5: No Cohesion)

A good week (Week 6: Execute, Regroup)

Killing it (Week 7: Exhaustion and Adrenaline)

Tired, petty, tired, unimportant (Week 8: Disappointment and Perseverance)

Professionals do it like this: [insert key scene here] (Week 9: Battle, Fatigue, Reward)

Reading Nabokov, crying, whining, regrouping (Week 10: Tears and Dreams)

Shake the Disease (Week 11: Sickness and Health… well, mostly sickness)

Cremation, not embalming, but I think I might live after all (Week 12: Angst and Gratitude)

Let’s pretend it all does have meaning (Week 13: Convalescence and Rebirth)

The cage is will, the lock is discipline (Week 14: Up and Down)

My negotiated self thinks you don’t exist–wanna make something of it? (Week 15: Priorities and Opportunity)

An introvert’s submission + radical prioritization in action, also pouting (Week 16: Ruthless and Weepy)

It’s about a radical, sustainable rhythm (Week 17: Sprinting and Napping)

It was a pickle juice waterfall but no bread was really harmed in the process (Week 18: Happy and Sad)

You probably shouldn’t call your teacher bad names, but sometimes, your mother must (Week 19: Excitement and Exhaustion)

Tell me I’m beautiful and feed me cherries (Week 20: Excitement and Exhaustion II)

A very short post about miracles, censorship, change: Week 21 (Transitions and Celebrations)

Time flies, and so does butter (Week 22: Remembering and forgetting)

I love you, I want you, I need you, I can’t find you (Week 23: Work and Rest)

You don’t understand—you can’t treat my father’s daughter this way (Week 24: Fathers and Daughters)

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2 thoughts on “It’s like rest but not really (Week 26: Meandering And Reflection)

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