There are so many people out there who make me want to live my life better. It's inspiring and challenging to be witness to the projects, loves, activities and down-right hard work going on all around me.
I want to go to Katie's house and make tomato sauce. I want to learn how to can things and have a shelf full of summer in the middle of winter. For that to happen, first I need to get out there and plant veggies again. I used to, in the raised beds in the backyard, but then I had kids and three years of "Don't Put That In Your Mouth!!" has taken time away from outside activities. I hope next spring will start to change that - hopefully Aidan will be big enough to go dig in the dirt while I plant instead of eating the dirt while I plant.
I want to clean this place out and learn the joy of keeping house. I had it when we first moved in, but baggage came in through the front door, back door and garage and sort of pushed many of the good feelings about this place into a closet somewhere. That love of the domestic is hiding in here somewhere; I just need find it.
The knitting has been going gangbusters, of course, but there is so much more to explore. I really miss painting. I think I could probably carve out some time with the watercolors if I really tried, and got more of the cleaning I spoke of done.
All of this is easy to say, certainly, but I feel a change coming on. When we're feeling better, though. Right now the plague is still hanging around and to do anything but dream would be folly indeed.
Ok, so I'll dream! And plan... and cogitate... and meditate... that's the best thing about life. We always have tomorrow.