My first week home after nearly two weeks traveling was a nice blur of doing nothing much. It always takes me a few days to get back into my regular writing routine, and there are the accompanying chores that go along with traveling—the unpacking and laundry doing and reading mail and paying bills and pulling weeds and all those things conveniently forgotten while out of town. Things I need to do immediately yet want to ignore so I can get back to writing. Words I can’t write while there are things nagging at me.
So I did those chores, but mostly I tried to settle back in and recharge by enjoying the simple things.
I spiffed up my porch flowers. Out with the wilted pansies, in with fresh summertime blooms.
I got a new pair of Converse in “pool” blue. A girl can’t have too many pairs of Converse. And pool goes with everything.
John made biscuits. I don’t eat a whole lot of gluten, but when I do, I make it count and top it with local honey.
I spent lots of time in the garden, and even made a friend.
John and I have been binge-watching Hell on Wheels which I highly recommend. Simply watching this show makes me appreciate the simple things. Water. Electricity. Food. A bed. Not having to worry about being shot with an arrow. Things like that.
I wrote nonsense in my journal.
I submitted my children’s book to several publishers. Fingers crossed…
And I did lots of thinking. Thinking about what I want to do and write and where I want to go.
One afternoon, I sat on the porch and watched a slow, steady, fragrant summer rain fall.
Doing nothing. Doing everything. Recharging.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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The Beatles, Rain