I woke feeling ever so creative and full of energy that I took upon myself a staggering amount of work: clean in the basement, mop the floors in the kitchen, bathroom, the back porch, wash all their windows, clean all the cupboards and cabinets, and refrigerator, oh, yes and scour the stove.
AND….start making paper. (Something I’ve been wanting to do for—ever)
It was still hot when we went for the last set of the night, but starting to cool down. (As a side-bar note–I really love the heat; it’s the cold I don’t care for.) When we finally got back home after the last set (9:30 p.m.) I was obliged to admit to myself— I can not work like that anymore.
I have to pace myself…I was way too tired. I may have been able to work like that a few years ago, or even last year. But not this year. From now on I’m going to ‘save’ some things to do later. There really isn’t a time clock on my work. The only real time clock exists with the plants on the farm and in my yard. Everything else will wait.
And if people come and the house needs dusting, or the windows washed, I hope they understand—-somethings will just get done at another time.
From my world to your heart,