The day is young, at least for me here at home. I was up with the chickens and big dogs just before seven. The hens were hesitant to hop off their roost, being that it was dim outside. It is nice, though, that their waking up time is about an hour later than it was in the middle of summer. With the rain we've had, mornings have been cloudy and comforting. Too much sun too early doesn't go well with me.
And the Pugs are still asleep. When the girls put sweaters on them, the Pugs tend to sleep in longer all tucked up on the couch cushions. We'll nudge them out later on.
And so it goes.
Chores at the store and my mom's done late yesterday. When we'd been to the grocery and walked out to the truck, I tried to start it and the battery was dead. I'd left the lights on, and the battery has been fussy anyhow. Oldest daughter was just next door to the grocery at T*rget, so she rounded up the kids and Mom's things and took them to her house. Did her tidying up. I stayed with the truck with youngest son, waiting for Gary to save the day. Which he did.
When Gary got there and hooked up the jumper cables, he asked me to make sure I'd turned off the truck alarm. I couldn't for the life of me think of what he was talking about. The 'just one more thing' syndrome, you know. I sat the behind the wheel and while later we laughed about it, I was frozen to the spot. He gestured to the key ring and the alarm, and I finally got it. Started to cry. I know, it's not a big deal, but life has been so continually edgy that the least thing out of the ordinary is hard to manage. Running the battery down was that thing.
And so it continues to go.
So, as a healing sort of exercise, today is homemade spaghetti day, along with a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Therapy. And time with the chickens. And some study in my herbal class (which sadly has been neglected with my mom's care). And maybe some handwork-----the supreme cure for any type of ailment. And Yoga, which I've picked up again.
As for now, I'm still tucked into bed. The window is up and it's getting nicely chilly in here. I can hear the chickens making soothing sounds from time to time just outside. My candle is burning low with its vanilla scent and I can see the day will pan out sweetly if I can harness my stress. Not take on anything, and just enjoy being home. Let my house nurture me.
I like that idea.
