Well, I think I have finally got rid of the infestation of mites that I have had in the kitchen for the last week. What a relief. Psocids they were I think. Harmless, but barely visible to the naked eye, which made them almost impossible to eradicate. However, I think mission has been accomplished. Phew! Even so I still feel very icky about using anything from the kitchen and have been eyeing everything with a magnifying glass just to make sure!
I have had a strange couple of weeks, not been feeling great, lots of annoying things happening, but I am usually one to look on the positive side. I haven’t been writing or painting much lately, and when I don’t make something on a regular basis I get angsty. It niggles at me all the time… I should be doing this right now… go do it. Do you get that? I should listen to that niggle more.
Today is a very quiet day. Emily is on a sleepover at a friends, Jay is tired from a long bike ride, meals are cooked, laundry and dishes washed so I think I might spend the evening writing and painting. It’s always hard to get started but once I start I never fail to enjoy it. I have been trying and not succeeding very well to impose more of a routine on my life. I am so easily distracted by the activities of my children: looking for lost things, helping with this or that, watching another youtube video that Emily insists I simply must see. Whole days can disappear in this way. I’m not very good with the boundaries on my time. It is nice to be needed but I have trouble with saying no.
On Friday I made apricot and white chocolate flapjack which is an excellent recipe and one I’ll definitely make again, though I didn’t have treacle so used maple syrup instead. Usually when I make flapjack I burn the edges and the whole thing is too chewy, but not this time. 🙂
What else have I been doing? Pottering about in the garden for the odd few minutes between rainstorms; watching that old classic Terms of Endearment which I last saw about 20 years ago. Shirley MacLaine is great in it and there are so many memorable lines. Emma to her young son: “Okay, you’re allowed to say one mean thing to me a year, that’ll do until you’re ten.” I was watching it and thinking, they just don’t put that kind of effort into film-making these days. Maybe they do and I just don’t notice it. But the acting and the script are just so good in that film.
Oh, and I have been reading this book: If You Can Talk, You Can Write, which explains the rather talky blog post today. I still feel awkward writing on my blog and I’m trying to get more relaxed about it. This book helps, I recommend it.
And I think this is a young blackbird that has been hopping merrily about the garden in search of worms.