Woke up on Saturday with an insane need to putter. So many things had been let go, for so many reasons -- art, work, the heat, and finally, the funeral. Stacks of stuff were built up everywhere. I'm a girl who usually likes a bit of clutter in her life, but damn.
So what did we do? Went to the beach, of course. Well, see, as badly as I needed to clean house, I needed a detox day even worse. And, what with it being half-past August (for crying out loud!) we won't have many more gorgeous weekends like this one. We dozed on the beach, read books, and went for a nice long walk, then talked with Paul's folks for a couple hours. We haven't seen each other in ages, so that was definitely overdue. The one sad thing is that the water was ~50F (it was 80F last week, no joke) and it was so freaking cold that no one was going in past their knees without a wetsuit. It was hypothermia cold, no kidding. So we splashed and walked in the surf, but that was about it.
Today I woke up with an even greater need to putter. I was outside weeding by 9am, and by 4 I had filed about a Janerweight of misplaced papers, cds, books and other clutter, reorganized the library bookshelves, re-organized my cds, made pesto, made peanut sauce, ran laundry, cleaned the back patio, watered all the plants and made a late lunch.
Boy, did that feel good.
Now, back in my studio, with a tolerable level of disorganization around, I've got four pages thumbnailed and am getting ready to thumbnail and choreograph another big scene. Go, me.