Saturday, October 22, 2016

Just A Day

I didn't work hard today but I worked steady, using my clippers on the twisted and braided vines of the confederate jasmine, the sturdier twined almost-limbs of it. I hauled the cut vines and did it all again, cut it all back hard but still didn't get to part of it.
I listened to my book, I took phone calls that raised my anxiety higher.
A friend in need, a friend who is getting surgery Monday morning.
I am covered in the dried sticky milky sap of the vines from my head to my feet, quite literally. I feel as if I may never get clean but eventually, what soap and water cannot take off, time will peel away.

I'm cold. I am a Floridian and although it's what most of you would probably think of as a balmy and tropical 65 degrees in my house, I'm still cold but not stupid enough to turn on the heat. I have on some Goodwill cashmere over my sap-stiffened clothes and am even wearing my slippers but I feel freezing in my bones. I've made a big pot of chicken soup so maybe that will help and last night I pulled my duck, the down comforter, out of its summer coma in the plastic bag it's been stuffed in since last winter and I will be fine and cozy once I go to bed after a good hot shower.

It's just one of those days and we're planning on going down to the coast tomorrow to visit the touch tanks in Panacea and have lunch and that will be delightful but right now I can't really imagine doing it although it will be the best thing for me. Even May says she's coming and I haven't gotten to spend any time with her for awhile so that's good.
And it will be good and everything will be okay and that's my mantra tonight-everything will be okay- but the dogs in the neighborhood are barking and howling and moaning and I hope I've worked hard enough at least to sleep well tonight and I usually do and all twelve chickens are huddled up in the hen house wearing and sharing their own down and feather clothing and everything will be okay.
And everything will be okay.
And everything will be okay.
And I can't come up with a line with which to end this mess to save my life but that, too, will be okay.

I'm sure.

10 comments:

  1. You came up with a very fine ending. All will be well. Sleep well and sweet dreams.

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    1. I slept SO hard and if I dreamed, nothing was too disturbing.

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  2. And you came up with one! Soup and a shower and you'll be warm again. :)

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  3. 'All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well' Blessings

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    1. I have always loved that line. Thank you.

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  4. chilly here too. I've resisted getting out the actual blanket and quilt though I did get one of the fleece throws out of the living room and threw it across the bed. lots to do out in the yard today here as well.

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    1. Our trip to the coast was cancelled and I'm about to go work in the garden a little bit. It is so pretty here.

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  5. Re 'All shall be well'. I live about 15 miles from Norwich where Mother Julian wrote 'Revelations of Divine Love'. One of her other saying always resonates with me. I don't know if you know it.
    'He said not, 'Thou shall not be tempestered , thou shalt not be travailed, thou shalt not be diseased;' But He said, ' Thou shalt not be overcome'.

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  6. I have no idea what 65 F. is. I could look it up but I am guessing it is cool-ish. It is about 11 C. here and that is cool enough for me. I took my down comforter out last week and going to bed is pure luxury. It makes me think of th Dr. Suess books. Their beds were always so comfy looking. My mantra continues to be Breathe.

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