Due to the nature of my vocation, summertime means downtime and I couldn't be more pleased. I've enough to keep me busy and financially sound throughout the season without grind grind grinding at that grindstone. I've time to relax, enjoy, and partake of hobbies (henceforth known as 'disciplines' simply because it sounds fancier and more efficient). I've also got time to think, which isn't necessarily a good thing. In order to keep track of myself and to determine if I'm actually accomplishing anything, I've decided to set up a journal. I gladly share it with you in the hopes that you, too, will take time to work on your disciplines, to ponder, or to simply sit and be this season.
Monday: Spent most of the day at the sewing machine, my new favorite discipline. My master plan for 'custom' (ie: homemade) summer wear is actually coming to fruition. It's quite enjoyable and fulfilling. Not so fulfilling is the constant media coverage and peanut gallery comments involving the arrival of Caitlyn Jenner. She's here, she's happy, she will serve as an inspiration and good role model for the transgender community, and quite frankly unless our last name is Jenner or Kardashian, we've no business mulling it over at the rate in which we're doing it. Move along, people...
Tuesday: Custom summer wardrobe complete. Have also officially converted all jars into simple and friendly-looking storage containers. Nothing fancy. I repeat - simple. I yearn for simplicity and have made the decision to distance myself even further from the clutter of 'the virtual world' in order to co-create something a little bit more meaningful. Something that will cause Mother Earth to smile and my husband to mock. Ingrate. I'm saving him a fortune on canisters and have freed up quite a bit of space in the pantry. That should and will count for something at some point. Mark my words.
Make your counter space a simple work of usable art. I've entitled this Why the Hell Did I Buy Mung Beans? No need to buy Mason jars. Just save the ones your mayo, spaghetti sauce, etc. come in. Once you've eaten the contents, wash thoroughly. Place goods inside jars. Viola!
Wednesday: A brief scan of the headlines and catch an item about an egg shortage. Seriously considering how I can raise chickens on the patio of my humble townhouse without the homeowners association on my case when it occurs to me that thanks to heavy petitioning and emotional board meetings, the evil regime has officially been overthrown and we can all breath a bit easier. Let our plants grow the way God intended them to grow. Maybe place a cute doo-dad atop our brick fences. I double-check the association guidelines and nowhere does it state that chickens aren't allowed. Now we're getting somewhere.
Thursday: The previous night's viewing of The Last Waltz'on Netflix has me musically inspired and has also provided within me a new found appreciation of The Band. I partake in another favorite discipline, the ukulele, and am happy to report that I've almost got Evangeline and The Weight down. Well, maybe not down, but passable. You can probably figure out what I'm attempting to do after a few bars.
Am determined to actually write a song. A love song: Your Kisses are Better than the Empanada (But Not as Good as the Rice and Beans). I got the idea from tonight's dining experience. See, inspiration surrounds us; we merely need to remain alert.
Friday: I feel incredibly simple (read into that what you will). It occurs to me just how little time I've devoted to 'the virtual world' this week. I, like so many others, have been guilty of scrolling in order to pass the time. It feels good to work with one's hands (not just the index finger, or the middle finger depending on what's happening in your neck of the woods). I make a conscious decision to plug in only a couple of times a day, if that much. Too much mind clutter is not good for the soul. Trying to create something is, I believe, and even if we're not good at it (see ukulele playing), it never hurts to try. Perseverance, friends. Perseverance.
Saturday: My fabulous sister-in-law is downsizing, and brings me a cornucopia of goodies, including this:
I've dabbled in yarn disciplines, and am delighted to give it another go. Thanks bunches, CK! I sort through the tub while watching a documentary about The Eagles. While there's no denying the impact of their monstrously catchy tunes, I've come to the conclusion that Glenn Fry is a complete and utter jackass. That's another one of my disciplines: passing judgement on art-eests who take themselves much too seriously, and it's one I've mastered beyond measure. I'm so put off I throw a ream of yarn at the telly, and vow to myself that if I ever meet Mr. Fry, I will throw a ream of yarn in his face. (Note to self: keep yarn in purse just in case). I pour myself a glass of wine (another favorite discipline), humming along to Take it Easy.
And take it easy, I shall, Mr. Fry and company...indeed I shall.
