Today was a jumble of activities. It was over jumbled. This, of course, was my own doing.
I had a coaching client - I don’t have many of them, work by word of mouth, and am very selective about who I work with and how many people I work with. Which means I’m only working with one client now. It’s unlikely I’ll be doing any coaching of this sort by this time next year. I feel there’s work around herbalism I could do - I’m not sure what that work is as a side gig but I have time to figure it out. Other people have figured it out. A woman in the Massachusetts town we used to live in has figured it out. She has this full time hustle and then her cool, herbal, witchy shop. In addition to learning about the medicinal properties, I’m learning about what they represent. Yesterday, I planted yarrow (Achillea millefolium), which is representative of boundaries - offering
protection from negative energies or toxic influences. One website adds that yarrow helps you to build compassionate awareness of self and others, and to avoid unnecessary energy leaks and general depletion as you evolve and grow. Perfect.
I’m setting up space in the basement to work. I found an “antique farm table” listed on Facebook marketplace. The seller asked if I had someone who could help me because their wrist was in a cast. This immediately made me think of the scene from The Silence of the Lambs where she unwittingly helps Buffalo Bill load a couch into a van. So I ask a guy for help. Andrea asks if the table will fit into my car. This gives me pause. I used to have a Subaru we named Rosie - as in Rosie the Riveter. I could have made this work in Rosie. It’s entirely one thing to look like a fool in front of your spouse but another matter altogether to look foolish in front of someone helping you out. So I rented a Suburban. Only the two seats together didn’t fold down so foolish it was.
Part of getting the basement space ready is having a new sink put into the bathroom. The current sink is fancy looking and impractical. I need something deeper - less fancy, more practical. So we’re putting in a utility sink. Well. Not us. Sam. Sam helped us capture the two (!!!) squirrels that had taken up residence in an air duct and then repair yet another spot where the squirrels had chewed through. Everyone who comes to tackle this problem marvels at how strong the squirrels teeth must be. Yes, very impressive. Anyway. Sam’s talents extend beyond squirrel repair so that’s great.
The prior owners of this house loved to entertain and have parties - so much so they referenced this in the listing. And apparently, they liked to host these parties in the basement. Hence their idea of a swanky bathroom. The mirror above the sink is gold, hexagon, and hideous. Above the mirror, is a hideous light fixture that clicks and buzzes. Also reminiscent of Buffalo Bill.
Andrea is fully behind my weird self - but I suspect it’s because she wants to work on the basement. Not to party down there but maybe play video games? I’m not sure. To do that means letting go of some of the things we’ve carried - from Massachusetts, to central Virginia, to Richmond. If we haven’t used it in the three plus years we’ve lived here, do we even need it? (Spoiler alert: no). I love the quote that says, “the trees are about to show us how beautiful it is to let things go.”
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