Friday, July 1, 2011
Lately, I spend most of each day outdoors. I take books, journal, pens, paper outside and write at the picnic table on the patio until the sun takes it over, then move a chair under a tree and continue.
I get up, water flower beds, pull weeds.
Hang the wet swimsuit, dry my hair in the breeze.
Polish the dagger and white holster. (Oh, wait, that's Halle Berry.)
Go in and out the house for ongoing chores, bring the laundry basket outside to fold the clothes in the sun.
Run errands, visit the sick.
It's summer. I cannot make myself stay indoors!
This is my usual rhythm since childhood. School year, indoors. Summer, outdoors. As a grown-up, during the teaching years, this academic schedule still worked, and I am still in it...until the next rhythmic change.
So, anyway, if you don't hear from me, I'm outdoors, and I don't have a laptoppy thingey of whatever G would Grab the internet out there. (3G and 4G are powers of "Grab," right?)
Grab the day! (And, yes, it's a Fat Tuesday on a holiday Friday!)