I am not meant to be this suddenly and stunningly inactive. I cannot imagine what it has been like for Cynthia over the past 10 months since the initial demise of Elmo (her replacement knee). It is only the second full day home from the hospital for me, and I am already jousting with boredom and maniacally plotting the very visceral demise of our (former) contractor. (Why the hell can't people follow through on what they commit to doing?!? It's a simple, little equation!!) And the exclamation points from my fingers fly like spittle from my lips. And I can. not. get. COMFORTABLE!!!! Argh!
A big problem with the current picture is that I'm not supposed to be here. My brain is just now shifting to what-to-do-while-I'm-here mode as opposed to what-I-am-doing-in-Polson mode--and I am having to drag it kicking and screaming to here because it's just too damn hot for it to want to come! The body is not back to full form yet either so it's not like I can go out and wrestle a bear anyway. Oh, wait, that's what I would be doing in Polson. Here I guess I'm going to work on the final details in the apartment so we can rent it out at last this fall (Jessie is going to clean for me), and I'm going to pick cactus fruit! We have a ton ripening, and I am interested in it for both its natural pink dye and making preserves from it. Maybe I'll take some back to Polson with me. Or I'll just refrigerate it here...
I did do the hive inspection with John this morning starting at 8:00 (and it was coolish out! Only 81!) though my role was relegated to observing over his shoulder as he knew where the hives had left off the week before and I also wasn't up to the task physically. It pangs to say that last bit. Later in the morning I fired two small kiln loads, thus checking off all the items on my list for the day. I couldn't even nap--too restless and sleep-saturated.
There are a few things I can do over the next two days that won't be too taxing but will make the house more pleasant to come home to in a few weeks--for one thing I can crack the whip over the child and make her my cleaning slave... No, that's unfair. She already volunteered to clean the house for me and I am going to ask her to vacuum the wood floors on the main level and help me change the bed. I can easily sit and sort through papers to file or throw. And I can get all the garbage out of the house! Calming, deep breaths. Time to settle down for the night and rein in the dragon. To all a good night, and sweet dreams of contractor evisceration!