On the first day of spring I started to share my world with the normal world but I got seriously sidetracked, much like the girl on the right. You know, doing extremely important shit. But look at me now, having put things off but not given up on them entirely and at last, on Spring Day Four, here we go.
Wanting something to quench your thirst, what would you drink?
Like someone I knew a long time ago, you might THINK there is some magic potion other than water which quenches your thirst, but you would be deluded. My friends choice at the time was Pepsi. I suggested it satisfied her desire for sugar and caffeine and had very little to do with thirst, but she would not be persuaded. This happens sometimes, me being incredibly smart and the other person refusing to have a clue. The reason I have held on to this particular memory might simply be because it’s a rare thing of course. Me being totally right about something.
Anyway, my final answer is water with no weird things added to it. I mean seriously, does anyone crave coffee in the desert?
What made you feel good this past week?
Being ALONE. I would not crave aloneness in the desert either, but I often crave it here in my house. On Sunday morning W left for Ontario where he will visit his parents for a couple of weeks. I don’t think he was gone an hour before I had created a colossal mess taking wallpaper off the back door entrance-way and down the basement steps. I removed trim and nails and a bit of stucco ceiling by mistake and there was nobody looking over my shoulder being helpful or critical or freaked out by the chaos. It made me happy to stop abruptly at any random point when the mood hit me and wander off to do something else. Or nothing else. I have actually been doing a lot of that these past few days with minimum guilt.
This type of little euphoric pause in being a responsible functioning adult with normal sleeping and eating patterns doesn’t last long and then I will be happy to have someone around to talk to again. Meanwhile, alone is very okay.
When you’re alone at home, do you wear shoes, socks, slippers, or go barefoot?
Barefoot was always my choice until my feet started to wear out. Now I wear neon pink flip-flops until my feet get cold and I am forced to change into gigantic fuzzy socks. When I go outside, even just to empty the garbage, I try to put on some shoes that are half-assed normal. Or go with my nightgown. Because, you know, neighbors.
Would you rather live where it is always hot or always cold?
When it’s very hot I am even more lethargic than normal and would probably wilt and die without air conditioning. When it’s very cold at least there’s the option of gigantic fuzzy clothing to get warmed up.
Either way the “always” part would be hard to like. Variety is nice, like snowfall on the second day of spring or rain in the middle of winter. I don’t know how else to start a conversation with a stranger unless there’s weird weather on which to comment.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
My daughter has offered to paint our house, ceilings and all, and I have finally made a decision on where to start. Soon our house will be paper free! Taking the wallpaper off in the entryway has made me remember why I put it up there in the first place. It covered a multitude of wall flaws in a hurry. Time to repair them properly.
I know that once one area is all cleaned up with a fresh coat of paint it’s impossible to stop until the next room is done, and the next one and the next one….. I am grateful to have help, with my most important duty being colour selection. Truthfully, I’m willing to hand that one over to her as well since so far all I’ve been able to pick out is sixteen different shades of yellow.
The best part of all is taking ten decorative things off the walls and then putting only two back up. I don’t know if I can do it, but I’m going to try.
The funniest thing that happened this week (I am always grateful for funny things) is the furnace maintenance guy doing his yearly check up on our heating system and wondering why we had set the furnace to half heat. I said I didn’t know what that meant so he explained about dual versus single and completely lost me in furnace-speak. He thinks someone must have been randomly pushing buttons on the thermostat and he had to reset everything including the clock. Okay, that part I understand. And I was able to blame it totally on W because he’s not here to defend himself. Bonus. I am never touching the thermostat again. It will be forever 19 degrees celsius day and night in all seasons until we die. One less decision to make.
Okay! Back to the wallpaper! Although what’s the point now, might as well wait until tomorrow. Or the weekend. It’s not going anywhere.