So I’m going swimming first thing this morning. I only got there once last week – I’m hoping to make it at least two days this week. I’m not going to bitch about hurting – it’s boring. I’m just gonna do that I gotta do, and besides, I really like water walking. I plot while I do it, plus listen to audio books when I drive there and back. So even though it takes three hours it’s all good.
And I went to church for the third time in the last four Sundays. I’m really liking it – we have an interim minister who’s very low-key but good, and friends I’ve had for years. I’m UCC, which is basically as liberal as you can get and still believe in a trinity (and we’re even pretty loose on that) so in terms of faith it’s very good for me.
But I digress.
I’m starting to rip apart my book, which needs to be done before I can finish it, and I’m really into it. Plus I have more books to write, things to do. Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.
Things this week: write, clean around my chair (things kind of build up like magazines and books, etc), clean the new bathroom, stencil some of the doll furniture (my first attempt was disastrous so I decided I ought to a) watch a youtube video and b) practice on scrap wood. Duh.) Maybe do a little sewing.
I wish I could finish cleaning. Obviously I finish a lot of things, including probably 100 books and novellas. I just don’t finish cleaning. When I do the kitchen I leave at least one pan. I never finish wiping down the counters. In the other rooms I clean one small area but shift all the crap to another corner. I’m not sure why, but I need to work on actually finishing the cleaning.
And I need to be cheerful about my birthday. I don’t know why I let numbers define me – they never did before. I know old people who are sixty, young people who are 80. A friend of mine turns 97 this week. And speaking of numbers, my number is terrifically entertaining. so for this year I’ll embrace it. In fact, fuck it, why don’t I just keep embracing the numbers? I’ve spent my life, starting as a young child, defying everyone’s expectations (I was born a little adult). I need to just stop limiting myself by society’s expectations, and revel in that defiance.
Step one – tomorrow I’m 69, baby! Best age ever (evil leer).
So what’s on your agenda apart from celebrating the national holiday of my birthday? Well, Cinco de Mayo (is that right? Looks like the 5th of Mayonnaise). Tacos are one of my favorite foods, though I’ve never had a fish taco.
What’s on your menu this week? Mexican food? Birthday cake? Salad? What’s on your agenda? Plodding work, joyful creativity, sloth? There’s value in everything, even the plodding stuff, and lots of hygge in sloth (Jeg er halvdel dannesker).