Day 96

May has not been merry. Half the days have been flat or close to it. A few have been good and OK. I want anticipation and joy. I want to wake up and jump out of bed because I’m alive and well and another day is waiting to be enjoyed. What do I have to do to get that back? Patience. Not my best trait. It took years to get in this condition and I want it over now. 

Day 95

The walk yesterday morning was not fun. It was a chore. On the way back from the beachfront, I had to give myself pep talks at every block. The rest of the day was a snooze. Really, a snooze in my chair until I finally got real and went to bed. Not much better this morning and the senior news will be on the porch in an hour. I may get some distributed today. Some may wait until Monday.

Day 94

 I want to finish yard work and cleaning the back deck enclosure. The guys did a good job of removing the vines without damage. It was better than I expected. Might get on to the chapter about nature. I’m already a student of weather, tides, seasons, and beauty. I call my place postcardville. Any direction I look is worthy of memorializing. The weeding prompt was timely and it’s an ongoing constant process both externally and internally. Change is happening.

Day 93

Museum day. A damp walk will happen first. The restlessness is calling out for a project or new connection. My antennae are waving ready to hone in on a fun and useful place to fit with my time, energy, skills, and readiness to learn. I admit to being a student every day. I’ll have the camera in my pocket on the walk. I’m glad Chris suggested adding photos of daily life to this blog. There are always interesting views.

Day 92

Progress in the little yard. Joe is coming to untangle the vine that has overtaken the back deck enclosure. Once it’s gone, I can clean out the cobwebs and have another space without unwanted growth. I’m short on go-power this morning. Waiting for the coffee to kick in. Sometimes my body does not get the memo about the list in my mind. It’s been one year since the final blood donation. I had hoped for more restoration by now.

Day 91

There were skirts at church, some long ones. I have long skirts that I love to wear and there I was in shirt and jeans, again. Today the weeding will move to dresser drawers where lurk long neglected choices. I have lovely colorful items that would like to get in the air. There are also items that honesty will reveal  will not be used and moving them on is the best option. I'll make room for new fun clothing.

Day 90

Still journaling the weeding prompt. It’s amazing how many parts of life can use the metaphor and the subsequent empty spot. When I look at the yard, I see weeds already trying to regrow because I hadn’t planned a replacement. The closet weeding wasn’t successful either. I like those clothes from the past. Maybe what I need is a lifestyle that includes a dress code above jeans and a shirt. Weeding has stirred up my desire for personal progress.