The July block swaps -both sign-up only- were their own mini-disaster. That's not fair, actually. Well Preserved went mostly fine. One person injured herself & was a day or so late but she let me know ahead of time & she has never been late before. It was Home for the Holidays that got in my grill. That can all wait for another post. Today I am trying to remember good things that happened in July:
- I killed my calendula (not good) but managed to collect seeds before she got flooded & the seedlings are doing well. So far.
- Last week, I could not face going where I was supposed to be & dawdled in the used bookstore I have not visited in well over a year & there, in the clearance cart on the sidewalk was a good-as-new copy of I Capture the Castle. I almost wept. & yes, I bought it.
- We have our new roof. This was not actually a July-thing but this business of not worrying about leaks & having way more light (replaced skylight, installed sun tunnel) has enhanced my days.
- My drawing class wrapped & I left feeling like I just might take another in the Fall. In the hour before I needed to leave for class I would ask myself why I signed up for one more thing, but once I got there I was glad I made the effort. Another funny thing- no matter how exhausted I was (& trust me I was exhausted) once I started drawing I wasn't. After class the tired feeling came back but by then I was headed home & to bed so who cares. Maybe different parts of my brain get used up at different rates.
- I started kettlebelling. It seems like an odd choice, I know. Weights have never been my deal, also I have plenty of muscle (hauling 50lb bags of feed around will give you invisible muscles & milking a cow will make you the scourge of men who like to dominate with a hand shake), but I was watching a documentary (that Mariel Hemingway made about her family that I am still on the fence about) & she was flinging this thing around in the yard & I thought I could give that a try. I love it. Love It. LOVE IT. A***** told me about how boxing/kick-boxing/whatever it was (I am sorry, I love you but I don't remember what it is you DO) was too anger-dissipating for her to quit, despite being the only girl in class & not in a good way, despite the instructor getting frustrated with her, despite everything; getting mad as hell & lashing out just felt good. Let me recommend kettlebell. Flinging 7lbs around while screaming "how hard can it be to park in just one space" & other things of that ilk has kept me from killing people. It probably helps that some part of most days it is nice enough to be outside & we have enough property that I can get well away from windows...& walls. Because when I lose control of that thing it can take out a fence board (ask me how I know).