Subscribe
It's Spring at Toad Hall!
As I write this, there is a chicken in the oven, flavored with the first herbs of the season – fresh rosemary and oregano from the garden. The small white and green wild onions are in a cup waiting to be added, and there is fresh parsley waiting to go into the salad. The smell is lovely filling the house, and I am a very happy kitty.
Of course, by the time you read this, the chicken will have been eaten, and hopefully the next set of vegetables and herbs will be up and getting ready to be eaten. Lettuce, I’m talking to you. You’re a cool-weather plant. Mature, darn it!
It’s been quite a few weeks. We cleaned out Dad’s apartment this week, and it’s been quite a learning experience for me. Learning about my habits and processes, and triggers, and why I do (or don’t do) some of the things I do.
Saturday we had a bellydance show, and now there’s only one over stressful deadline item left on my list. That is a wonderful feeling. My March would have been much more sedate had we not had estate sorting to deal with. I didn’t over commit: I did, however, forget to account for unexpected emergencies. We even had a sick cat!
Pauses are good. Sometimes you can’t plan for emergencies: I was in that situation in March – there wasn’t any way I could give up either the needlework show or the dance show and stay sane. And, of course, Dad didn’t pick that day to pass on. I know this, because all the notes for a new book were laid out in front of his computer. But now… now I’m looking forward to a pause in a week or so. Pauses are good. Pauses keep us sane and allow us to recharge, grieve if necessary, and rebuild our emotional stability.