True Spring has arrived at last. This past weekend was warm and sunny, with gentle breezes. In the space of a day, the lawns turned green, the trees opened their budding leaves and flowers, and dead squirrels lined the roadsides. This is the time when winter’s cares are swept away to make room for new life and new living (though I’m sure the squirrels might view it differently). These past couple weeks have seen Brian and I engage in that yearly ritual of Spring Cleaning. Not just the act of cleaning our physical environments, but ourselves and our minds.
- We emptied out the equivalent of 4.5 loads of laundry from the back of Brian’s closet. The Goodwill Donation center was already filled from top to bottom, floor to ceiling, with unwanted castoffs. Our charity barely made it to the top of the pile.
- I cleaned out 18 months worth of dust, dander, and other fine particulates from my vacuum’s two HEPA filters. There was so much dust, about a quarter inch thick (or half a centimeter to you metric people). No wonder it wasn’t working properly. I spent 30 minutes trying to clean it all out, and a cloud of brown mist hung around my head like a veil. Good thing I’m not allergic to the stuff. Now, the thing works almost as if brand new.
- Brian emptied out the trunk of his car. I have no idea what the hell was in it, but he brought home books, gym clothes, and ten thousand accumulated umbrellas. I assume that the vast majority of the items in his truck went into the dumpster, because he’s got a pretty big trunk.
- I cut off all the layers in my hair. What was once a long, ragged, dried-up, choppy do, is now a trimmed shoulder-length bob with a light fringe. No remnants of my old blonde highlights remain. My hair is now back to its normal golden red.
- We went hiking, at long last. We had, neither of us, engaged in any physical activity since Thanksgiving. As such we gained weight. I gained 8 pounds, due to my love of chocolate and Pepsi.—-I have mixed feelings about hiking. Its hard work, and I am very much a lazy ass. My legs are fat and weak from lack of muscle tone. But I love being outside, being surrounded by trees and birds, and looking at the desciated leaves littering the forest floor, the green and grey mosses blanketing the thick trunks of the trees, and the myriad of small wildlife we encounter. Newts, moths, squirrels, chimpmunks, woodpeckers, wild turkeys, and snakes. But the bugs are annoying, I hate the smell of deet over sunscreen, and the chemical-laden sweat running into my eyes. Reaching the summit is a releif, and the descent is a rush of happiness that the torture is over, and I have accomplished something worthwhile for my body and my mind.
- I’m dreaming again. Or more accurately, I’m dreaming enough so I remember that I am dreaming. I stopped dreaming when I stopped writing, and now that I am writing once more, the dreams are returning. I missed dreaming–so much of our creative selves are tied up into our dreams–and for me, at least half my creative ideas for both writing and art come from my dreams. And it seems that I cannot dream unless I am writing. I have taken this as proof that whether or not I ever become a writer or an artist, I can never stop writing, or dreaming, and I must never stop nurturing that ability to dream.—-Speaking of dreams (this one’s for you Franki!) last night I dreamt that Tom Cruise and Kate Holmes were having maritial problems, and that little Suri Cruise was the most brilliant toddler in the world, already forming complete sentences and enunciating her words with the skill of an adult. Tom Cruise needs to hold hands. “Its the only way I know I am real.” He told me. Unfortunately, I woke up before I could find out if my intervention saved their marriage.
- I have come to the realization that I am addicted to chocolate. Addicted in the sense that I have intense physical need for chocolate at regular intervals every day (at my lowest, I have consumed 4 or 5 candy bars a day). I have also realized that this came to be because I have allowed myself to think of my cravings as needs, and that only chocolate will allievate my physical and emotional lows. So a habit has developed, and I am having a hard time letting myself love chocolate without binging on it, or condemning myself for allowing myself to have even that “extra bite”.
I don’t know how to end this post–this list is getting long and I have work to do, so I’m ending it here. I am still working on my monkey, and will finish my quota by the end of the month. I’ve been a bad blogging buddy, since I haven’t been commenting on your blogs. I will make up for that as soon as I have the time again.