It was a good weekend. K is on the mend. The weather is warm and rainy and cozy. Hours seemed to stretch in front of me. I got up at 6:30 on the dot, made a big mug of coffee in my old, cracked beehouse brewer, and curled my legs up on the couch to listen to video essays as I knit. I learned about raised panels, the philosophy of Junko Enoshima, gratitude, and listened to Rajiv Surendra enlighten me on how to level up my laundry game. Once I reached my goal of rounds on my sock, I would take my last sip of coffee and go upstairs to wake my family so they could start their days too.
I exercised the exact amount of time I wanted and was able to nudge myself a bit further. I made plans to attempt to jog outside next weekend. I made chocolate peanut butter cake with a thin layer of peanut butter icing (I discovered that replacing a bit of the confectioner sugar with peanut butter powder was delicious), I made little pints of peanut butter ice cream along a few of vanilla. I made chocolate syrup and boiled potatoes to roast during the week (this makes potatoes develop some resistant starch which helps me). I listened to music as I checked my new herb plants (they're GROWING!!) I had flashbacks of the Silph Co. building in LeafGreen (forgot how long that quest is!) I read about birds, and about morally corrupt characters that are to be set to play a killing game, and about a woman's journey to find herself.
I started planning for some days off I am taking later this month. I acquired some small jars for small batch canning. The timing of this endeavor is not quite right (this season is after all to grow, not preserve), but I craved blueberry ginger jam and strawberry jam and figured I'll make an exception and use frozen berries. I plan to revive Lord Souron and truly this time get my ginger bug going again. I miss those ginger bug sodas I made last year. I want to draw more again, after a 5-month hiatus. For a long time, I have felt like I am holding my breath, waiting for disaster to strike. I felt guilty if I looked forward to anything. But I feel the cords binding my chest tight starting to loosen. I feel the freedom to create again. I feel a bit more myself and I come into that feeling with a sense of wonder, dipping my toe on the joy of using my hands to weave the world around me.