On Routine
Apr. 26th, 2006 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormIt would seem that I'm settling even more into a routine. I come home. I check email. I deal with the rats-- cage and playing. I deal with dinner, having stopped on the way home from work to get stuff to cook. One day a week I have a very long day -- this is usually Wednesday. Wednesday and Thursday both need to be early days for various reasons. I'm glad they come at the end of the week, when I can tell myself, 'hang in there, Greenie, you can rest soon.' Then the weekend comes, and I enjoy my rest (or my playing with plants in the sun, as this weekend may prove to offer).
They're hiring people to work at the trout lake farmer's market, and I briefly considered picking up a third job there, every Saturday. I go to the market anyhow, right? I then dismissed it as not-quite-sane, at least not until I prove I can handle this level of busy-ness constantly.
I really like where I live. I really like the way I've finally managed to wrestle myself into a home, where people come to visit, where I can cook breakfast and dinner, where I can drop by and always find my ratties. It's taken a couple of months to swing my routine around to fit the location, and I have to say, I'm glad I've done it. Now, to maintain. Sometimes maintaining is more difficult than the switch, have you noticed that?
The sun's gone now, we're back into overcast, I'm suspecting that it'll rain during my volunteer days at the plant sale, but not for the sale itself. Oh, well.
Yesterday I dropped by Beth's on the way back from VanDusen. That was pretty cool. The first time I spent much time with her was one day last fall, when the evenings were getting chilly, at Wreck Beach. I haven't, much, since then, and it's nice to speak with someone who you don't know well enough to feel intense familiarity whenever they open their mouths. It's not what I like for the default state of my interaction, but I love it in this way-- sometimes, when sought. So, yes, happy.
It's been awhile since I've managed to sit down and think through much. You'll likely notice that I'm a bit more sane than I've been for the last couple of months (there's that word again) and it seems to be true. I'm less reactive, more level, stabler, etc. Routine might help with that, as might the non-imminent move.
I need to water my plants on the deck. I'm making something with tomatoes and scallops for dinner, I think, perhaps cajunish pasta. I'm also going to make a bowl of tabouli, because I want to. I don't really care if it's tomato season, it's been long enough.
And that, as they say, is that.
Be well.
They're hiring people to work at the trout lake farmer's market, and I briefly considered picking up a third job there, every Saturday. I go to the market anyhow, right? I then dismissed it as not-quite-sane, at least not until I prove I can handle this level of busy-ness constantly.
I really like where I live. I really like the way I've finally managed to wrestle myself into a home, where people come to visit, where I can cook breakfast and dinner, where I can drop by and always find my ratties. It's taken a couple of months to swing my routine around to fit the location, and I have to say, I'm glad I've done it. Now, to maintain. Sometimes maintaining is more difficult than the switch, have you noticed that?
The sun's gone now, we're back into overcast, I'm suspecting that it'll rain during my volunteer days at the plant sale, but not for the sale itself. Oh, well.
Yesterday I dropped by Beth's on the way back from VanDusen. That was pretty cool. The first time I spent much time with her was one day last fall, when the evenings were getting chilly, at Wreck Beach. I haven't, much, since then, and it's nice to speak with someone who you don't know well enough to feel intense familiarity whenever they open their mouths. It's not what I like for the default state of my interaction, but I love it in this way-- sometimes, when sought. So, yes, happy.
It's been awhile since I've managed to sit down and think through much. You'll likely notice that I'm a bit more sane than I've been for the last couple of months (there's that word again) and it seems to be true. I'm less reactive, more level, stabler, etc. Routine might help with that, as might the non-imminent move.
I need to water my plants on the deck. I'm making something with tomatoes and scallops for dinner, I think, perhaps cajunish pasta. I'm also going to make a bowl of tabouli, because I want to. I don't really care if it's tomato season, it's been long enough.
And that, as they say, is that.
Be well.
