When I dance with the trees, I am dancing with each molecule that has ever been and will ever be. My music, the singing of the trees, their rhythm, my own steps, we are all connected. I honor the trees. I honor life.
Is it just me, or is the blogosphere in a time warp? Why can't I read anybody's recent posts? Are people just not posting? Or have I entered the cigar-shaped cloud over the Bermuda Triangle? WHERE ARE YOU??????
Today the drywaller might sand the walls ... Allowing us the chance to paint as soon as next weekend. When I get off work I am going to go and look at the fair trade and sustainable store because I saw somewhere that they carry eco-friendly and safe(r) paint. It is for certain lead-free. Depending on the price, I would like to talk to Dragan about using it in the kitchen. Shi continually says shi is not going to be doing this again any time soon, so why not do it safe(r) the first time? That's my thought, and I think shi understands using ecologically-friendly products that are going to withstand.
I have been in a sort of time warp my self these days. It is difficult to consciously keep track of days and dates and numbers of things as I work hard and don't find much fulfillment. I mean, my job downtown is great ... I love being around the people and the others who work downtown are very nice.
But as much as I like working around plants, and meeting local people is wonderful (good connections), I'm not happy going to work. It doesn't feel like a very positive environment ... People are often angry ... It doesn't feel very safe ... In fact, it feels rather toxic. I have come to a place in life where I don't really want to willing spend time in a toxic environment. So, I'm considering a change. I'm not sure what, yet. I'm putting my intention into the universe. I miss spending my weekends with Dragan, miss being able to go to the beach with morning chai in hand on Saturday morning when the tide is minus and all the crab pots are exposed and the herons land on them to feast. I miss having the space to be spontaneous and happy.
I will be very happy when the kitchen is finished. That will remove a huge stressor for both Dragan and I. Right now things are very cramped and crowded and neither of us has quite enough space to process and explore. I think we have, of late, come to realize that we both are experiencing that lack of space and that being able to live in the entire house would be a major benefit for us and our relationship. I know it would do me a bit of good. Or a lot of good.
I'm thinking I would like a bag of potato chips for lunch. Good, greasy, thick-cut potato chips made in Washington. Perhaps I will head to the downstairs deli to grab a bag when my co-worker gets here at 2pm. Until then I will just have to munch on string cheese. And the toes of small children.
Yesterday I wrote two pages and I knit 10 rows. Today I have blogged a bit and forgot my knitting at home. Which is frustrating, because I only have two weeks. Two weeks to finish this silly shawl. And I am so excited about it.
Tomorrow is Mothir's day, and I wish all the mothirs, my own and others, a day of peace and love. I sent my mum a text message (I know, really bad) for the day and, since hir 45th birthday is on Saturday (the 20), I am having a half-dozen rose bouquet delivered to hir at work on Wednesday. I hope shi enjoys it. It makes me happy to think about it. When I turned 14, my mum had a dozen roses delivered to me at school. I'm happy to be able to do that for hir. I think I can spare the change (and not buy yarn!) to buy my mum flowers. I even ordered them from a florist in Bemidji (Yay Netzer's!).
I think I am going to write in this slow moment. Lots of Mothir's Day shoppers out and about. I'm planning my costume for my first Washington parade (next weekend). I'll be sure to take lots of pictures!!!!
I thought of it several times ... I really meant to post ... It was high on my priorities.
But, you see, things change. Dragan finished hanging sheetrock and laying sub-floor. The drywaller came on Thursday to do the beginning of the taping. I worked thirteen days in a row, three at one job, three at the other, four at the first, and then three at the other. I slept in until 9am on my first day off (which was this past Friday), then went with Dragan to have brain surgery performed on hir Honda. Then I started working again on Saturday. This morning I folded sweaters.
I got the hair-brained idea to knit my grandmothir a shawl in the three weeks before shi gets here to visit over Memorial Weekend. Yesterday morning shi left MN to drive an RV across Canada to Alaska. I have knit five rows so far. It really is pretty exciting. I'm just hoping I get it done.
So, instead of knitting on the shawl right now I'm blogging and thinking about being hungry. Because I can smell Waterfront Pizza down the street. This morning I was feeling nostalgic for Minnesota, so I turned on Prairie Home Companion when I got to work. He's broadcasting from Colorado this weekend.
But the clouds have burned off, the sun is shining, and more people will be coming out to shop. I'm going to forgoe the long and thought-filled post about drama in personal life and how I'm done with having it in my life and knit on this miracle shawl and hope to sell lots of things.