Monday Morning Love List, #42

Not So Much - That our vacation time was a bit of a bust - we'd planned to spend the time on day trips and some much needed time together, but illness (the Yowler's) and a few unforeseen circumstances led to less fun than we'd hoped for. For the sake of our sanity, we're going away for all vacations from now on.

Love - That even through the towering frustration that was our vacation, I still caught myself watching my sweetie and thinking how glad I am that he shares my life. It seems that all of this still applies.

Love - As part of the much-needed clean-up of our apartment, I gathered my yarn stash and tucked it all away in the bottom of my chest of drawers. Seeing it all in one place has inspired me to get on with a couple of projects that I've been stalling on, AND to add a little something cozy and colourful for future inspiration. I'm not really the type to buy for the sake of buying (not much in the way of storage space at our place!) but knowing that I have a little bit of space in that drawer for a few specially chosen skeins, such as the Alchemy Yarn my sweetie fell for the last time we visited Urban Yarn is too much to resist. It might be time to compile a wishlist.

Love - This lovely gem that fell into my email today: "In the hope of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet." [Thank you Albert Schweitzer]. This past week has reminded me that I need to spend more time feeling grateful, and this line states it in a much kinder and gentler way than I probably deserve.

Love - The possibilities a fresh week provides.

So... what's on your list today?

Day 2

This morning I awoke much earlier than I'd expected. I had the whole day ahead of me to do with as I pleased. I'd specifically planned to not plan the first few days of my vacation time.

But a curious thing happened as the morning wore on. I started to feel like really, I ought to have something planned, that there should be something accomplished at the end of it all. I should go the gym, work off some of that flab that's been hanging around. I should clean up the apartment, I should, I ought...

Wasn't being rested and relaxed enough?

It got worse as the day wore on. I should go get something done...

but that would mean dealing with people...

...and then it hit me.

Part of the reason I took this time off is that I am well and truly sick of people. I don't hate them, I'm just tired of them and their constant noise. I don't want to be perky, or happy to see someone (unless I am) or chat about our weekends (unless I'm really interested). I don't want to deal with one more boring conversation about TV I don't watch, all the while wishing I could curl up with my book or my knitting or my sketch book or any number of other things that I enjoy doing on my own.

And so it was that at 2:37 this afternoon, I hadn't yet stepped out the door, and I knew exactly why. I didn't want to deal with anyone. I didn't want to deal with the Yaletown sneer, or get stuck in an elevator where people would studiously ignore each other. I didn't want to pony up $5.00 for an underachieving mocha from the local coffee place, and I certainly did not want to go shopping.

This vacation thing is tough.

Impending Autumn

I saw my first acorns of the season on my way home yesterday. The trees along Robson Street are starting to rustle in adifferent way - their melody is changing.

This morning a new breeze came sailing through the apartment, ruffling cat fur and causing me to stop and consider closing the patio door for a bit.

I'm on vacation, effective today.