I think we're all waiting for rain. If it would rain, neighbors would come outside and sit on porches and the kids would run in the yards and splash in puddles and leave small craters in the grass to slowly fill with water.
My cards for this morning were: Dog, Ring -- loyalty and commitment. The only correspondence today was the RTO trying to locate our monthly payment on the storage bldg.
Meanwhile, I'm downsizing. Sold my electric cauldron/soup kettle. Have dozens of other things I'm tired of. But I do go back and forth on that, don't I? On the one hand, some winter days, I enjoy all the clutter. On the other hand, I mostly do not enjoy the clutter and would love to travel light. There is fat chance of that, of traveling light. Books line all available space not taken up with other books. I would, at times, dismiss with the books as well. I have lost interest in even my most beloved books. It's summer.
Alright then, to what am I loyal? And to what do I commit?
We are in that space where nothing is quite together. Not enough money to fix the water leak, buy a vacuum cleaner, install a shower, fix the electricity in the kitchen, fix the brakes and other ailments of the trusty vehicle, or go anywhere. We could use a couple more fans or maybe an air conditioner as there is no air in this house. Sounds like I'm complaining, doesn't it? I'm not. I feel rather blessed.
But change is in the air if not on the ground and I'm ready -- we're ready -- to step into it. If it were up to me, I'd start piling things out of that outbuilding and out of this house and have a grand yard sale. Things would go. I would collect space.
To what am I loyal? To what do I commit?
Family. Today's version of the truth. My ever-changing path?
We are on the verge of change (she says again). "change, change, change, change...."
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