The house is unnaturally quiet because the children aren’t here. I can’t sleep despite a definitive intent to do so, so I’m writing this list I thought about doing earlier in the day – prompts from this MeetMeAtMikes post. It’s been a long short week. The type that leaves you utterly exhausted by life with too many ups and downs squeezed into only a matter of days.
Making : No making. None at all. So many unfinished projects.
Cooking : Roasting some veg and a chicken this afternoon has been about the extent of it.
Drinking : Wine on Thursday/Friday, but have again, gone back hard to the chinese pu’er.
Listening to: The High Low, Billie Eilish, Solitude by Michael Harris on audible, and I finished Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult – I thought it was too ambitious and a bit long for me, but I was determined to finish and it accompanied me on my walk to and from work for many days.
Reading: I finished Lily Allen’s “My thoughts exactly” and Christina Patterson’s “The art of not falling apart” – currently laughing through “Let Go My Hand” by Edward Docx.
Next read: Actually going to finish “Bird by Bird” by Anne Lamott.
Wanting: To get up early each morning to write.
Looking: At the work of Yuni Yoshida – she’s amazing
Playing: With morphing SVG’s using greensock’s plugin.
Deciding: No decisions made this week.
Wishing: For a holiday. Some sun. A break.
Enjoying: A 90 minute deep tissue massage.
Waiting: For the kids new squishies to arrive.
Liking: My new house plants from the Open Market last weekend. I WILL get them potted this week.
Wondering: When my energy will come back.
Loving: Sitting in bed reading.
Pondering: The idea that social media is now a form of social bonding and how that relates to the online identity. Michael Harris talks about it in the book Solitary. I can’t stop thinking about it.
Considering: The next stage of my life.
Buying: Lots of clothes off ebay recently. It’s got to stop.
Watching: First Dates Hotel.
Next watch: Finishing Killing Eve this week.
Hoping: Always hoping.
Marvelling: At just how much water came through the roof last Sunday night in the epic rain and how I am still wearing only a t-shirt outside when it is mid October.
Cringing: When I wear red lipstick, eat and get it on my nose.
Needing: To apply for Ruby’s secondary school.
Questioning: The impact of identity on habits, the impact of language: saying ‘I am’ instead of “I’m trying to”. See atomic habits
Smelling: The roses in the park. Still going strong.
Wearing: Anything I like. It’s so nice to have a job where I can put on trainers or denim to work. Not to be underestimated.
Following: I’ve dipped into observe the socials but I’m not posting.
Worrying: Actually I’ve sort of discovered recently, that when the worst has happened, you worry less, but I did worry the dog had fleas and took him to the vet and got told I was paranoid.
Noticing: That every morning I am tired, no matter how much sleep I get.
Knowing: I need to start training. As in, actually running.
Thinking: About this quote: “We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.” – William Arthur Ward.
Admiring: The houseplants I have managed to grow and keep alive.
Sorting: All the children’s things.
Getting: UP – I’m finishing this in the morning, and now I am GETTING UP.
Bookmarking: This exchange by creatives on what to do about their social media accounts.
Coveting: Freshly painted walls.
Disliking: Leaving for work without eating. Must. Get. Up. Earlier.
Opening: Lots of books being delivered.
Giggling: Still laughing at this.
Feeling: Like morning is coming too soon.
Snacking: Edamame with salt.
Hearing: The house shifting with no-one in it.