Happy Sunday, everyone! Thomas let me sleep in this morning (he’s been pulling this trick of trying to get me to get up at 4 am lately…) and the clocks got set back last night so I got an extra hour’s sleep and it was lovely. I turned on the electric blanket for the first time last night and read a completely over-the-top-indulgent Oprah magazine (her Favorite Things issue, which is mildly offensive — I mean, $250 for bars of soap?!?) and slept like a baby on fresh clean sheets with the kitty curled up with me.
Woke up and started a pot of red beans in the slow cooker for red-beans-and-rice. I worked really hard in the yard again yesterday so I’m sore today, but it’s a good sore (as opposed to last weekend, when I worked really hard in the garden and was bad-sore the next day), and rested and ready for beautiful day.
I realized last night that it was November 3 — exactly a year since the big breakup. It made me a little sad, but also very glad that I am, indeed, on the other side of it all. The year was very rough in many places, but I got to spend so much time all alone in the house, just resting and not-thinking and healing. It was good, it was exactly what I needed. And now I truly feel healed and ready for the rest of my life. Doesn’t happen all that often that there is a definitive turning point like this: before Nov 3, 2011, I really thought my life was pretty much over, and that all I had in front of me was work, and care, and no fun ever. Stoicism sucks. But then after Nov 3, all of a sudden everything was different. I got to see my family and friends multiple times. I got to travel overseas. I went to events in San Francisco. I went to almost every book club. My leave hours at work piled up because I wasn’t taking them off all the time for doctor’s appointments and such. I had a lot of grief and guilt to work through, and thankfully I had the presence of mind to find a good therapist right away, who has helped me immeasurably through all of this. I looked forward to when it would be better. And, as I said in my last post, it is now better.
Some random thoughts for a Sunday:
- The Art of Fielding is really quite good so far. It’s very John-Irving-like.
- I suck at watching movies or TV by myself. I get bored so quickly. I do like watching with someone; I don’t know why that makes it better. Friday night I tried about eight different movies before finally settling on Mermaids, but I skipped over the near-drowning part. I love Cher.
- After cutting down about three small trees that were shading an unused area of the garden, I now have a whole new planting area. I’m trying to decide what should go back there. Maybe I’ll post pictures and the gardening types can weigh in.
- Speaking of gardening, here’s something I learned. When buying bags of mulch, always buy about two more bags than you think you’ll need. Skimpy mulch doesn’t work so well.
- Tammie is coming for a visit this week! I am so excited. I love playing tour guide, and I’m so excited to finally have time for a real visit with her. She arrives tomorrow night. Woohoo!
Now I’m off to read the paper and have some tea. The house smells wonderful with bay-leaf scented red beans cooking away. I’m picking up the SS (Someone Special) from the airport today and that makes me happy. Happy Sunday, all.