Dryer, Broken and in the Basement

Dryer, Broken and in the Basement

9:06 p.m. We’re on our way back from the grocery store. As we drive down the rainy road, I notice a mother in a window illuminated by florescent light. She loads her dryer. Her hair is tousled. She our neighbor down the way. Don’t really know them too well.

A partly dried lump of laundry waits in my dryer. When I arrive at home, I will run downstairs and turn the dryer back on. I will haul the groceries in on multiple trips through the never-ending mist and rain.

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That's it.

A little time to sneak in some writing. Been patchy. The heat slows me down, and for good reason. Things take twice as long, standing in the heat with the sun baking my head.

I am glad to be my own boss. It's hot, I think, time to knock off. The weather is also my boss. Rain's coming tomorrow, I think, good day to plant. My mind, my hands, too slow in the heat. It doesn't get done.

That's it. Time to quit. Something else calls me. The life of a self-employed mother. See ya.

Fifteen Days of May

Fifteen Days of May

Yeah well, I asked myself these questions last night. I started writing on a nearly daily basis on January 20th of this year. I started with a thirty day challenge to get going and then kept going.

Then, late April happened. Then, fifteen days of May. An eight week mindfulness class (finished this week) with homework (that I enjoyed), plus a weekly martial arts class (that I love, as you know), plus, you know, life (which I also love deeply despite writing regularly about life's troubles).

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