I realized a couple of days ago that I hadn't posted anything since last Friday. My 'daily post' thing isn't a hard and fast rule, so I figured I'd make it a full week off. I don't have anything exciting to report or any great realizations to share. But sometimes when you do something all the time, it's nice to not do it for a little bit.
Like laundry, right? Only I did spend a lot of time doing that this week so it wouldn't pile up. Before I left for my trip down to school K came over to rescue me from beneath the eight piles of clean, unfolded laundry on my couch. And then she told me to go run errands and she kept putting things through the washer and dryer and she kept folding. And folding. And HOLY GOD she matched our whole sock basket. So basically now I get up every morning and do a load of wash or two because I feel like if I don't do that, I'm wasting this precious gift. Honestly, it's just more of the same thing I'm feeling about having a housekeeper. I feel like I owe it to the money I'm spending to pick up my stuff in the two weeks between her visits so I can enjoy the clean.
Who would have thought... Gram was right. When you put away your things as you use them, there's so much less work to do.
So what have I been doing? Well. Hmm. A few weeks ago I announced to the world (or my version of it) on Facebook that I was giving up being thin in lieu of being a writer. So that lasted about two days. And now I'm thin! Just kidding. I spent the last week exercising my big self every single day because I can't stand that I can't fit into my clothes right now. So I was all for the moral high ground (ha) of letting myself go if it was in favor of my art, but when it comes to spending more money on clothes I don't actually need? Nope. Most of my week this week was centered around working out, being sore from working out, and trying not to eat junk. I don't feel like I could handle much else, mentally. I didn't write--here or otherwise. I'm hoping I can find a little bit more zen in my habits next week. But for now I feel good to be moving again, and I think I had a breakthrough in the soreness this morning because I can actually walk with both of my feet facing forward again.
I also have to admit that I know it's way easy to be superior about eating whole foods in the summer. When I have fresh peaches on my tree and ripe strawberries from the strawberry stand, I don't need brownies. If I have fresh tomatoes, peppers, and cukes in my garden it's hard to worry about getting as many servings as I need. But in December? Oranges and kale and root vegetables just don't get me as jazzed as summer produce. I'm sorry. I know that makes me not awesome enough to be a food blogger. But this week I ate salads with rainbows of growing things and I felt like a beast and it all tasted amazing... I don't have a lot of faith that it will be like that in the dark days of Winter. BUT. I've been freezing fruits a lot this week, both for jam and for smoothies. Drinking a smoothie every day (almond milk+spinach+frozen banana+almond butter+other frozen fruits) is the one ACTUALLY healthy thing I do all the time. Because I like it. So I figured why not save some of this good stuff and drink it when things look bleak at the supermarket. So right now I've got peaches, apricots, cherries, and strawberries all in the freezer. You're welcome for that update on my breakfast supply, BTW.
So in between jam prep (I picked about a third of the fruit on my tree--see above) and being stuck on my couch in pain this week I did do several interesting things. In my attempt to find a lunchbox that Henry was describing to me because some kid at school has it (it was a bento-type) I tumbled down the rabbit hole of Pinterest pins and Mommy Blogs where all they do is POST PICTURES OF AMAZING LUNCHES. Holy crap, I lost like two days to that. And then I started looking at all the amazing bento options for lunch boxes... that was like at least another day right there. I am a sucker for a divided plate (I spent all kinds of time ebay-ing vintage Tupperware this week too, Lord help me) or a reusable food thing (see: my addiction to buying reusable water bottles) so it was only a matter of time. I don't have any illusions of making my kids dinosaur themed lunches, but it would be nice to ditch the plastic baggies.
The answer is no, I didn't find what Henry was looking for. This is as close as I came, but he says it's not right. In my search I came across many amazing things, and I think I'll be ordering this for myself before school starts. Because, you know. Addiction. And because I need to eat my food out of little cubbies like a toddler.
My nephews all came over yesterday for a few hours, and while they can have the collective effect (when combined with my children) of a mild hurricane, everyone played well and had fun and nothing broke. So, success.
Two things happened in the last 24 hours that changed my life:
1. I watched Bull Durham. Yeah.
2. I finally took Tracy's (you know, T on the C!) advice and went to Thrift Town, where I promptly bought several hundred dollars worth of clothes for work for $30.
E and I had a non-date kind of date tonight where we ran errands and randomly had sushi, and I have to say it was the perfect ending to this week. I's happy, yo.