Friday, April 09, 2010

Strange Days

More good news for more of our friends. This is a happy thing. I like happy.

Yesterday was a little weird. Woke up in the middle of the night because the cat was making unnatural noises. It's spring, they get furballs, but this was just . . . odd. Little Bit had thrown up. Not great, but it happens. I cleaned it up and went back to bed. Woke up again. (Ah, insomnia.) She had thrown up blood. Not a lot, but multiple times.

Took her to the vet. There is nothing obvious so we did some general things. She's doing better, but I'm keeping an eye on her. It is worrisome.

Yesterday I took half a day off. I am working today instead to make up for it. Hormones and cat issues made me whacked out and I needed to pull myself together. I spent the day at home

1) Digging thistles. (The woman next door is elderly and her husband isn't doing well. She no longer has a lawn service and she hasn't had time to take care of it herself. SO, her lawn has gone to probably a thousand thistles, which have spread into my lawn. Since I am allergic to virtually all chemicals, the ones near the house are being taken out the old fashioned way. I did ask a friend to come and poison the ones a little further out.

2) When I got tired (hey, it's hard work) (not finished, MAYBE 1/3 done. I have an ugly weekend ahead of me.). I went inside and started in on the house. The living room is now clean. This includes the ceiling. ("The ceiling?" You ask. Yes Gracie, the ceiling. Someone put a textured ceiling in. I have cats. They shed. I have ceiling fans. My ceiling was beginning to look like some sort of weird art form or animal skin. I'm not sure which.) The kitchen is now clean. The hallway is scrubbed (including the floorboards and all of the mud that the dog shook onto the walls and tracked onto the floor, etc.)

When that was done I was really, SERIOUSLY tired. So I watched a couple of shows on Hulu and went to bed.

I slept like a dead thing. I am sore and stiff this morning, but I am by GOD rested. And I feel virtuous. AND I got my exercise. With more to come.

Physical labor isn't exciting, but sometimes I need it. It clears my mind. AND there's a product in the end. I think that's one of the reasons I like writing so much. I can actually SEE a result. (It is also one of the reasons I hate laundry. If you are not naked when you're washing clothes you're not ever going to have it ALL done.)

I have needed to clean house. I HAVE to get rid of the thistles. But more than that. I have needed to clear my head. There's been a lot of ugliness in there. Most of it is directed at me. But that's counterproductive. When I indulge in it I don't get anything positive done, which means that I feel like crap, and indulge in beating myself up, which means I don't get anything positive done . . . you get the picture.

So, the thistles and a clean house are a major deal for this weekend. And in the process I may pull out the old motivational CDs. (The same ones I had in casettes and replaced when cassettes became passe. And I will get myself moving forward and unstuck with the mental equivalent of dynamite and a bulldozer. Because apparently it's necessary.

If I am lucky, perhaps, the book that I didn't find locally by a freakin' New York Times bestselling author and friend will finally arrive and I can reward myself for working so hard by reading it.

Now I am off to take a little something for the stiffness, to cross post this, and to start the day at the day job.

Be well, be happy.



Suzette said...

Yard work of any kind? YUCK. We just did our yard this past weekend and it's amazing how much work it is and how sore you get. Take care.

Dolly said...

I know a lot of people who use "work" to destress. Unfortunately besides sweeping the porch, I'm unable physically to do the yard work. I think I would enjoy it sometimes.

Have a good weekend all.