Indiana is playing it’s usual autumnal games. Tuesday the high was above 90. Tuesday night it stormed, and Wednesday the temperature topped out at 70. Yesterday it was 67, and today promises to be just as wet and colder yet. I’ve been waiting for the weather to cool, but it would have been kinder of it to do so a bit more gradually. See, I have a body that is as conservative about barometric bounces as my politics are liberal. (If you know me, that really does say it all, and if you don’t, well, you’ll figure it out.}
The real problem with this, aside from objections to pain which are both philosophical and practical, is that it leaves me cranky, tired, and worst of all, slow. There is very little that annoys me more than to be a member of the orange triangle brigade and to find that force of will only goes so far in enabling me to bull my way through. You’d think by now I’d have learned to shorten my to-do lists when necessary, but I haven’t. Those are a function of how quickly my brain can conceptualize a task, not of how long it will take my body to carry it out. Mind you, I know the excess (murphle) pounds don’t help, but I’m working on that – not out of vanity, but to be comfortable in my body again.
But still and all, I’m weathering this with (I think) fair grace. I’ve gotten a sewing table put together for myself up in the attic, and as anticipated, my son is more than willing to play or read up there if I’m there. Since I want his trains to remain upstairs as well, and I’m much happier about providing the companionship necessary for him to be willing to keep them there if I can sew, I’d say we all win. The attic in this house can’t be merely storage space; the house is small enough that it must also be living space. Setting up a place to sew to keep my hands occupied while my mind is engaged with my son is a major step in making that work. I’m planning to attend a small ren faire in Illinois with a group of friends in early October, and I’m making costumes for all of us, which is an exercise in fun I’ve not indulged in for a very long time. The combination of weather and my goofy body have slowed me down a bit, but it will take considerably more than this to stop me. Sometimes being stubborn as a brace of mules is useful.