Sometimes I glance at the titles of these posts and swear that they’re repeats. It’s a curious thing. Your life is rarely fascinating on a daily basis, but over time, I think, it gains this patina where looking backwards, the threads and themes seem to take on a color and radiance they never have when you think of this as a Saturday night
Right now, sitting on just this spot on the couch, I can look up through the skylight and see a rice paper moon, just slightly reduced – I don’t know if it’s greatly waxen or slightly waning – but it is centering its moonbeams on me. It’s kind of lovely.
I have done well today. I have actually accomplished some housework that needed doing without the pressure of some sort of formal inspection to get me to take it on. There is now no longer a pile of laundry on the couch alongside me, nor is there a pile on my bed or on my bedroom floor. All, save a little pile of dishtowels, is washed and put where it ought. I’m sure there’s some stray shirts and things and I do have a pile here for giveaway of my mountain of ugly old t-shirts that I’ve been wearing for sleep. Surely no woman alive needs fifty of those things. They don’t fit in the drawer and what I’d like is some pretty pajamas. Sleepwear, if we feel like we want to tip our noses back, certainly, we wouldn’t use the word lingerie…that would be silly. But something pretty to traverse the land of Nod would be much better than dry, ultra-cottony festival and brewery t-shirts would be grand. So, yes, an achievement.
Also, I made my own lunch. Cooked up some tortellini and ate that with carrots as if that’s a thing people do. Utilize the items in their cupboards instead of tooling around and spending extra money to overeat. Besides, we got the chance to do that later, to a degree. And I put Midori into my punch and it tasted like shit so I am actually not drinking ALL the sugar today.
Speaking of things diurnal (though actually, at the moment quite nocturnal), I need to brush my teeth.
And as for the rest of it, I’ve been dipping in and out of Ezio and Altair’s lives and just enjoying it. Just running around Constantinople and making life hard for the Templars. That and a little tiny bit of flicka-flicka on the ukulele.
It was really extraordinarily quiet. But I love days like this. It makes me feel earnest in my happiness because it feels earned. My legs almost ache a tiny bit from all the running around and doing dishes. It makes me feel like there are soft places where I can dig out some of the rot and make this place special as it should be. I should live somewhere nice and I shouldn’t trash it.
I always got bad marks in respects own and others’ property on my report cards. I just feel like I’m some place else and things are things, they’ll take care of themselves. But most things don’t. Which is a drag, but true, and what’s also true is if you take care of something it’s the way you need it when you need it to work. Trying to remember and respect that.