I have retreated to the little desk in the cupboard today.
Why?
Several things really.
For one, it's the last day of Summer and I am heartily glad of it. It was a good Summer, don't get me wrong. Not too hot or oppressive, but even good things that go on too long become tiresome. Also, our weekend rain storm awakened my "hole up for winter" instinct and I'm longing for more wind and rain. But lacking those, I will bake an apple pie instead. I have a big bowl full of apples from Apple Hill. We drove up there on Sunday. I got some called Mujitsu or something like that, Gala, Northern Spy, and Golden Delicious. All sizes, shapes and colors. It is my intention to make "The Best Apple Pie Ever" today or tomorrow. Right now it's looking more like tomorrow.
I am in here hiding from the computer for a while too. Trying to calm my jittery nerves by some sensory deprivation. It's dusty in here .... which reminds me that no matter how hard I try, there always seems to be some area of my life that is gathering dust. I feel bad that I cannot remain diligent in all the nooks and crannies of my self. But alas, that's the way it is. In some odd way though, this dust is comforting. Here is a place I can reclaim. Mark it out as mine again. Inhabit this space once more. I'll clean the dust away, straighten up in here and maybe hang something pretty on the wall, or bring in a fragrant candle to write by on some stormy night come December.
My winter dresses await their turn in the laundry after being hauled out of the storage bin three days ago. They sit in a lumpy heap of corduroy and flannel longing for a good wash and dry and be hung up properly once more.
I've been to see my Shrink today for the last time it turns out, as Hub Man's company is changing insurance providers in October. But no matter, she declared me "coping well" anyway and at least I got a chance to say a proper goodbye and thank you.
Here's hoping there will be no mid-winter identity crisis. Either that, or I will have to learn to Shrink myself.
And there's always Dr. Rubber Duckie.
Yes, maybe I will have to make a preemptive appointment now. Say for sometime in late November. That sounds about right.
Time for a cup of tea.