Another weekend where work will feel restful in comparison
Metaphor of the day:
Not only hit the wall, but barreled right through and directly over the cliff on the other side. Turns out adding going to baby shower after the last 72 hours might not have been my wisest move ever. But I did because I'm stubborn. Regained my equilibrium by the time present opening was done, thanks to Bey and Wex for the comfort- it helped a lot.
We had gone back to Muppet House this afternoon to do some residual packing- at least get the stuff for the Vets pickup on Tuesday set (we added to the first batch, you see)- that metaphor was: ...hm. Harder to get as eloquently, but much like a death or a breakup. There is something inherently different about that house. In that it's not my home anymore. Its soul has been removed. Being there feels gross and creepy, like I'm trespassing: very familiar, and yet totally wrong. But there's still stuff to do.
The garden for instance. Methinks the compost and potting soil that'd been in the half barrels will get distributed around under shrubberies rather than moved. That means moving the empty barrels and the few plants: mint, thyme- and the random accessories. If I'm lucky it'll stay dry for a bit so these things can happen with less fuss. Of course this year the rose bush that had been almost dormant is flourishing. But we do have roses here. I had left one of my old high school sculptures out to get absorbed by the garden in the rain, and it's working. It's that kind of air-dry clay. Of the many sacrifices of paring down that house, this piece was one that just lived out its time with me, but was not something I could ever throw away. When I remembered it would melt in water eventually (when washing down the others of its ilk from that era- what with covered in dust) - relocating it to the rose garden seemed perfect.
Tomorrow is a day of "rest" in that I will go to work and skip further house fix. Between yesterday's help with taura_g in the kitchen, the ongoing efforts in there today and reshelving all the DVDs after dinner, I say progress more than made. Everyone's been remarkably good humored, my energy fail notwithstanding.
bed? bed.
Not only hit the wall, but barreled right through and directly over the cliff on the other side. Turns out adding going to baby shower after the last 72 hours might not have been my wisest move ever. But I did because I'm stubborn. Regained my equilibrium by the time present opening was done, thanks to Bey and Wex for the comfort- it helped a lot.
We had gone back to Muppet House this afternoon to do some residual packing- at least get the stuff for the Vets pickup on Tuesday set (we added to the first batch, you see)- that metaphor was: ...hm. Harder to get as eloquently, but much like a death or a breakup. There is something inherently different about that house. In that it's not my home anymore. Its soul has been removed. Being there feels gross and creepy, like I'm trespassing: very familiar, and yet totally wrong. But there's still stuff to do.
The garden for instance. Methinks the compost and potting soil that'd been in the half barrels will get distributed around under shrubberies rather than moved. That means moving the empty barrels and the few plants: mint, thyme- and the random accessories. If I'm lucky it'll stay dry for a bit so these things can happen with less fuss. Of course this year the rose bush that had been almost dormant is flourishing. But we do have roses here. I had left one of my old high school sculptures out to get absorbed by the garden in the rain, and it's working. It's that kind of air-dry clay. Of the many sacrifices of paring down that house, this piece was one that just lived out its time with me, but was not something I could ever throw away. When I remembered it would melt in water eventually (when washing down the others of its ilk from that era- what with covered in dust) - relocating it to the rose garden seemed perfect.
Tomorrow is a day of "rest" in that I will go to work and skip further house fix. Between yesterday's help with taura_g in the kitchen, the ongoing efforts in there today and reshelving all the DVDs after dinner, I say progress more than made. Everyone's been remarkably good humored, my energy fail notwithstanding.
bed? bed.