Bon noche!
Hope y’all have had a lovely day. It’s been a drizzly paradise over here with occasional heavy downpours.
Love me my rain. 😊
The other night it was cold, and the rain was so fine that I wondered, in the dark with only my cell phone flashlight to see, if it was little sleety snow. Then I checked the temp, and it said it was like 50 degrees.
Guess not.
It was cold, though. Felt cold, anyway. I guess that’s the bone-chilling Arkansas wet cold for you?
Anyway, so I’ve been playing homemaker a bit lately, trying to get the house where I want it for when my mom gets home next week. She’s been gone for so long. It’s crazy–7+ months! It’ll be awesome to have her home. I wish I’d gotten more done than I have, and I only have 10 days left to make it so she doesn’t have a pile of things to do when she gets back.
Let’s see… up at 5:30 (still having trouble falling asleep. Perhaps because I’m eating too close to bed. I think I’ve downed like three pounds of grapes today, and I’ve got a stomach that’s overflowing, and I’m stuffed to the gills with the these wonderful grapes that are so full that it’s… they… they’re… super crisp. Like they’ve been injected with liquid to the point that they want to burst.)
Squirrel.
But… love me my grapes.
Yeah… so the 5 a.m. wakeup call has yet to come, which means all my pre-programmed alarms are off for the rest of my morning routine. 🙃 I’m gonna try again tonight. Hopefully, the grape stuffing doesn’t keep me up, but I have a hunch I’ll be back up at 5:30 instead of 5 a.m. because of it.
Must. Stop. Eating. Right. Before. Bed. 🙃
Speaking of eating, still plowing through the old stuff. Another fabulous black bean, peanut butter, and banana smoothie today. I think I had mandarin oranges with it, too, though I don’t remember for sure. Managed to knock down two more cans of chili.
I’m the bean king.
Apparently.
Don’t light a match.
Anyway, did my morning stuff. One thing I’m grateful for that I’m learning–finally–is that my prayers and study don’t have to look a certain way. For so many years, I think I’ve lived with this idea, not sure where I got it, that for study or prayer to “count,” it had to look a certain way. I’m so grateful that I’m starting to be free of that prison of sorts. I live my life as a prayer. I’m studying all the time. I’ve been able to go forward looking at my heart instead of a rigid image of what something should look like or entail, and do you know what? It’s sooooo much nicer. It feels more real, more personal, more natural, more… freeing.
And I love me my conversations with The Kingiest Pin. But they don’t have to look a certain way. And I love to study, but one of the things that’s dragged me down in the past is feeling like I had to include X, Y, or Z, for it to count, or I wasn’t doing it right.
No more, thanks. Follow the heart. Follow the Spirit. Follow the path.
Oh yeah, homemaker… Let’s see, 5×5, more trenching, weeding along the dog-run fence (you know, the most important “weeds” to get pulled are the little baby trees that spring up everywhere. Their roots are soooooo strong, that if you don’t get them before they’re like 8 inches tall, you might not ever get them without a shovel, digging them all the way to the roots to get them out. They’re… quite tenacious.)
Squirrel.
Made some good progress cleaning up and organizing the basement. Pulled a whole bunch of food off the food storage shelves that is no longer in the diet or is way old… or both. Lots of foods that were bought because they were staples for my step dad Jim, but since he passed 5 years ago this Halloween, nobody has been eating those things. So… we have like 8 jars of grape jelly, 80 gagillion large tubs of peanut butter, etc. etc. I’m eating down the peanut butter fairly effectively with my bean smoothies, but the grape jelly… no… that’s years old, and it’s not bad, but I ain’t gonna eat grape jelly new or old.
Killed a couple brown recluses, one in the basement and one that followed me upstairs in the things I brought from the basement. I think the second one was a brown recluse, anyway.
What else… that’s probably all for now. It’s 9:06, so I’m late… again.
#1. I’m grateful that David was able to have a super good day money wise today. Best day he’s had in months, I think. 😀 (part of that came from me paying him time and a half for a job that hasn’t yet paid me because their card was declined. I’m hoping they’re still going to pay me. Not getting my hopes up. The number of people who don’t pay right there after the job is done is pretty high, so the odds aren’t as good as I’d like that she’ll pay, but we’ll see. Either way, I’m glad David got a super good payday today.
#2. I’m grateful that I was able to reschedule the last job I was going to have David do for tomorrow. I really didn’t want to drive 40 minutes each way for a single job that David’s better suited for anyway. So… that was nice. 😊
#3. I’m grateful for this journal, for the help that it’s giving me in my life each day, helping me stay grounded, centered, accountable, etc.
#4. I’m grateful for the rain. We’ve had a pretty good drought this summer. I guess we were due. Last summer it rained all the time, if I remember correctly, so… good to finally get some solid rain. I’m hoping the plants are soaking it in at least a decent amount and didn’t go dormant too early, all dehydrated like I get.
#5. I’m grateful for my steadiness lately in getting up at 5:30. I don’t know how long it’s been, but at least a week now, I think? Maybe longer? Maybe I’ll check. Good stuff, though. Good stuff. Can we hear it for 5:00, though!
It’s 9:12. Gotta scoot. Loves and hugs to all you lovelies.
Lift the World.
~ stephen
Lift the World 