slowly she turned

In which I’m thinking about how I “should” go to the farmers’ market, but I’m drinking coffee on the front porch and writing this instead. I wish I had more self-discipline when it comes to doing things in the mornings. Or evenings. Or during the day. Speaking of which, I’m heading back to my therapist on Monday afternoon, because depression has clearly crawled its way back into my life. It could be that it might be fixed with more vitamin D because I let that go after running out for a while. This week I’ve had little energy for anything. I’m getting a steroid shot in my foot for my Achilles tendinitis/bone spur in the middle of this week so I should be able to get some more exercise without pain again. I can walk to work and back, but much more than that and I start getting stabbing pains.

Victor came to give me estimates on the work we need done to the house. I’m only having the jobs done that I see as necessary, which is replacing and moving the dryer vent ductwork to exit well away from the outside air conditioning unit and repairing the back door frame, which was damaged in a storm and neither Sandy or Victor could quite figure out what the problem is. As it stands, the screen door won’t shut, and he’s not sure how long it will take to fix it, but it needs to be done. The jobs that I’d like done but are too expensive or too complicated for me to deal with at this time is the perennial front door replacement and bricking in a wooden access door to the basement that isn’t needed and sits where water tends to flow down in big rain storms. I sandbagged it years ago. There are a hundred more projects for a 101 year old house but all things that can wait.

My neighbor is again sending me photos of park model RVs and lots for sale in the RV resort they bought into next to Stone Mountain State Park. Honestly, I am so tempted and if I didn’t have to give up travel to buy one I’d go check it out. It would be nice to have a place to live in that area and neighbors that I know and like. It’s on a mountaintop between Elkin and Sparta, NC. Maybe not a place you’d want to be stuck during a winter storm, though.

So far this morning I’ve enjoyed listening to the birds and I’ve put a load of laundry in, which will have to be dried on racks on the front porch until we are able to get this dryer vent problem resolved. That’s not so bad. I grew up without a clothes dryer, and although I don’t want to go without one again if I can help it, it’s doable. It saves electricity, for sure.

Tapestry time this weekend. I’ve been choosing colors, and now I’m grateful that I chose to buy this huge palette of coned yarns and skeins from ePic yarns when it closed down almost ten years ago. I like to mix single strands to make more complex colors, and it appeals to the former painter in me.