Of Waiting and Exercising

I haven’t been here for a while, primarily because being creative has been far from my mind of late. You see, we are in some sort of surreal waiting game here. After two years of looking, we have been in the process of purchasing a home in Washington since late April. If it happens, our whole lives will be turned over by a move across three states. And yet, we really don’t know if we will get the house. Each day seems to bring some new issue. So, we wait.

In the meantime, one our kitties developed a dry cough. An x-ray shows something in one lung.  We are trying two weeks of antibiotics. If he gets better, it was a mild case of pneumonia. If not, we may be facing a lung tumor. And so we wait to see the effects of the medicine, each day looking for signs of improvement.

Finally, I have a medical test re-check at the end of the month. Logically speaking, the chances are that the test will be fine. However, I am not a purely logical creature, and I can’t help but working through “what-ifs.” And so I wait, impatiently.

As a result, I haven’t been feeling particularly creative. I can’t even remain focused on reading. Fortunately, I have found a wonderful new coping mechanism. I’ve been taking yoga classes, rediscovering the joy of lap swimming at our local indoor pool, walking our dogs, and, when all else fails, putting in long workouts on my thumping elliptical. The workouts bring a wonderful exhaustion that lets me sleep.

Although I suspect I may not like some of the results when we do finally know the answers, I can’t help but think some certainty will be easier than the waiting. Either way, I’ll be in great shape to handle whatever comes our way. :/

Garden Journal and General Life Update

I haven’t been here for a bit, but things are definitely perking.

This weekend, we managed to get both the patio bed and the veggie beds rototilled, after discovering that we could rent a small tiller at Home Depot for $30 for four hours. Jerry did most of the heavy work, but I tried my hand briefly. That little machine really vibrates, but it got the job done in a fraction of the time it would have taken me to turn the soil by hand.

We’ve hired some help who arrive tomorrow. They will put down new weed block and chip shred on the veggie garden paths. If time permits, they will cut our photinia fraseri at the barn. That should complete the heaviest work for the year. We will still need to plant the veggie garden and dozens of bulbs, run drip irrigation on the veggies and on two trees at the barn, and spread chip shred over the new beds.

On the positive front, our new bare root black walnut has sprouted some nice leaves, so something must be going right there.

In other news, I’m not sure if it’s the spring weather or just boredom with the usual grind, but my creative juices seem to be flowing. I have a renewed interest in my baby afghan and am making steady progress. Somehow, that afghan reminded me that I bought the beads and supplies to make a bracelet and earrings and the yarn and pattern to knit a lacy shawl. So, those projects are now seeing the light of day.

A recent shopping trip to buy some basic skirts for summer left me feeling frustrated. That reminded me of the sewing machine that has sat in my closet for a decade. One thing led to another, and I am now the proud owner of a pattern and some gorgeous fabric. My mom and I are trying to take a sewing class together to help us remember our previous skills. That should be a lot of fun, and I may end up with clothes I actually like!

And it seems that the gods are calling me to exercise. Just last week, my friend invited me to swim laps at our local pool. It was just wonderful, and I am so looking forward to going back, I hope with my friend, which makes it all the more fun. I also noticed that our local yoga studio has a special of 20 days for $20. A bit of research revealed that they have a 6:30 am class that I am looking forward to trying. All of this comes at a good time, as my elliptical is in parts on the great room floor while my spouse tries valiantly to figure out why a machine that is supposed to be very quiet, thunks like it’s falling apart.

Finally, the Sacramento Poetry Center has put on a great lecture series for the past few weeks. I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to attend two lectures, and I hope to attend one more in the coming weeks. Those lectures have whetted my appetite for writing, so it is great luck that I just discovered a new writing group in Sacramento. Apparently, you just go to write for an hour, and nothing more. I love the idea of time dedicated just to writing.

Somehow, the world just seems cheerier with so many interesting projects and happenings to explore!