When you begin occupying a new space all you can see is the big picture, rooms full of boxes and the detritus of your existence. As you work to put things together you begin to see close ups of normalcy, a corner that has come together with art and a certain grace, or a bedroom you can actually relax in (especially if you can't see the rest of the house). Then you pull focus to see that there is still disarray.
It's ok. The doorways are clear, I can walk from one room to another without tripping (as long as some family member hasn't left something right smack in the middle of the floor) and there is space to play and for me to lie on the floor and enjoy my little bed of nails. Small pleasures.
This week Gusty was sick and so I stayed home. "Yea," I thought. We'll sit and do some art, maybe make something out of Sculpy, I can find a new knitting project. Instead I relocated glasses, vacuumed, emptied more boxes, went shopping, made dinner and played Cranium. It was still a good day even if I didn't make any money or lovely little items.
Dinner was a simple affair. On my walk I went to Pastosa's Ravioli where I got some extremely yummy fresh angel hair and some surprisingly vegetarian pasta and bean soup. The angel hair was excellent topped with pesto and chopped toasted walnuts and served with fried broccoli. Producing a meal is definite sign that things are on an upswing. The leftover angel hair and broccoli went to my lunch the next day, a spaghetti omelet topped with extra sharp vermont cheddar cheese. I love spaghetti omelets. Gusty got the pasta and bean soup.
Today fresh waffles for breakfast and quinoa cakes and more fried broccoli for dinner.
On Wednesday I went out with some girls. More signs of normalcy.