Cooking

Cynical has had multiple days off in a row. . . and I love his company, but what I think I might love even more is his cooking. Homemade soup. Cold night. A good combination.

Thinker

I’m a thinker. I overthink. I overfeel. I overanalyze. Two conversations today sent me into overload, but all for good reasons. All good.

Upswing

A day can’t be bad that starts with telling stories about all of your vehicle and car calamaties over the past 30 years and finding a common place in the fact that everyone has such stories.

And it gets even better when you have a weekly scheduled lunch with your friend and therapist. Our lunches, while always too short, leave me with an energy I cannot explain. I feel completely accepted, completely trusted and I never second guess myself later, wondering if I offended, if I talked too much or if I just said the wrong thing. It’s a safe space and place with her, for which I will be eternally grateful. And whenever she says, “I get that. I know what you mean” I am instantly at east. She gets it, she gets me. And I get her.

Moving

It was a long day at work followed by a quiet night at home. I knitted a tiny bit on a new sweater, texted friends and honestly found myself being a bit ADD moving from one thing to the  next, never really settling down. Lots and lots on my mind these days. . . and I race from one thing to the next.

Sunday

I have never really been a “napper”. I just always felt horrible after a mid-day nap and therefore never understood their worth. I didn’t like the whole groggy, lost feeling I had afterward. Notice that was all in the past tense. I’ve turned over a new leaf. . . I’ve come to love a little daytime slumber, thanks to my Cynical. He’s a pro, you know. The Russian judges gave him their highest score ever in the napping Olympics. They even stood and applauded.

He’d been preaching the benefits for years, but I refused the peer pressure, avoiding the allure. But finally I caved. I tested the waters with a little snooze. I experimented with a power nap. And then I was hooked. There’s no going back. Over vacation, I was known to take one mid-morning and another in the afternoon. I’m addicted.

It still takes me some time to get my sea legs once I wake up, but I have learned to appreciate how very, very wonderful they can be. I may stagger around a bit, forget my name initially, and rub my eyes for a few minutes, but during the whole sleeping part, where I am toasty warm and completely relaxed, I know it’s all worth it.

We took ourselves one of those naps today after we’d ventured out for a movie and lunch. And I must say, Sunday being a day of rest is a very, very good thing. I think Martha would agree.

Storms predicted tonight, so I am sure I’ll be glad I got a little extra rest before the booming and wind wake this Sleeping Beauty up.

All

Sometimes on the weekend, when Cynical is working, I find that I am incredibly productive. I don’t blame him on my lack thereof other times, but it seems that left to my own devices, I get kinda bored and to entertain myself, I dig in a little bit and get stuff done. Today was one of those days.

Despite the headache, my plate was full of laundry, light cleaning, a little work in the studio, a nap, some television watching and some knitting project planning. For those of you that don’t knit, the last item on the list may not make much sense, but I find sometimes I spend a good deal of time planning my next project: contemplating the yarn, rethinking the pattern, looking online to see what others did.

In between all that, I finished the Multnomah shawl in the lovely Brooks Farm silk, mohair and wool.

It was a peaceful and productive day.

Point

I kinda thought a long day at work and a sinus headache that wouldn’t quit would be counterbalanced by two pair of new glasses and the delivery of my Kindle. However, the headache won and I spent most of the night whining about it. I did, however, walk around in my new glasses while doing just that. Bifocals are tough, but I didn’t fall once, and for some reason I consider that a victory.

The technician kept telling me to “point my noise” at whatever I am looking at, but I find myself looking much like a snob or someone who smells something unpleasant. However, dear Kindle Fire, all the better to see you with.

Out

A day out of the office, even on a short week makes a world of difference. I’m sure I’ll pay for it tomorrow as my desk is cluttered and my list long. For tonight, however, it can all wait, I’m going to hang out with my beloved.

Frontiers

I have professed my love for television. It’s the one thing keeping me connected to cable. However, after three episodes of “Downton Abbey” on Netfix, I might be ready to end my long-term relationship with the cable company and break free. . . into a new frontier.

And

So you get the sad news that someone is mourning a loved one, taken so suddenly, and you literally feel it take your breath away. You hurt for them. You don’t know them well, but you can fathom the ripple effect of such a instant loss. You hurt for others that will soon get the news. And you want to hold onto those you love, never forgetting that everything changes so very quickly.

I had wanted to be the one to call and tell him, but realized that she would immediately pick up the phone, not being attentive to the time and his circumstances. I had wanted to call not because I like to share bad news, but I knew it was tough news and I knew that he’d need someone to sigh with him and to let him know you were so sorry to say the words.