I felt like I got a lot of things done today. Nothing big to brag about, just a lot of little things that came on a day after three or four days 'on' duty, and then a day off - and I know tomorrow is a day 'on' again... so today would have been so easy not to do the things.
But we got out and did them.
Went to the flea market in the morning, bought vegetables, and then picked up the few groceries on the way home. Chopped up and put all the peppers I bought in the freezer, reorganized what is in there and planned tonight's dinner from the leftovers that needed to be used. Fed chickens, and cats, and goats and dogs and us, of course. Did laundry. Watered the garden and checked a few of the peppers of our own and the tomatoes. Read a little of my novel from the library (it's so 'standard' and 'silly' at the same time, but hey, it's a book), and did a little work on my next crochet market bag that is in the works. And Esme and I worked on some of the adulting skills she needs to practice.
And I bopped around on languages, playing 'language roulette' spin the wheel and do one or two lessons of whatever came up out of the 24 languages. So I've done Finnish, Catalan, Haitian Creole, Norwegian, Chinese, Japanese, Ukrainian, Romanian and German that I can remember at the moment...it is a great 'game' to make sure your brain is remembering everything, and to feel the 'slots click into place' each time you switch over.
I liked that the other day when doing the package route as well - it's one of the things I really like about postal delivery, feeling my brain work the invisible maps 'in real time' without GPS, finding my way between two points, I guess: taxi-cab brain? The package route does not follow in order like the regular mail route does, it hops around in the computer's 'most efficient route' but has no directions between them (that's another set of paper sheets and hey, it's a lot of paper and trying to read small type that I *mostly* do not need, so I don't even have them print that one out for me). I have noted to myself again that I really like that 'I am here, it wants me WHERE?... ok, wait, routing (in my brain only), routing... oh yes, I see it now, (image appears in brain like a little jagged line running across the world, orienting me in a direction and I 'feel' like swaying motion, the way I am going to need to go and what I will need to do to get there - see snippets of what I am knowing is on the way.. it's so hard to describe and very delicious to experience...
and that is enough waxing about that, but really, I enjoy that more than I should maybe. If I drove an actual taxi-cab in rush hour traffic, it would probably lose it's shine.
speaking of shine
Wrote this little poem (or adapted it, at least) about Lyffan
(insert picture here when internet is cooperating)
Tiger in the Hallway
Tygre, Tygre, burning bright
in the hallway, in the night
stalking stealthy, claws so dear
around my ankle, to appear
She was mugging Esme so much tonight after we fed her some tuna. She got up on her chest while she was reading and would not move - sat there saying 'yes, I approve human, stay right here, forever'... I went in to give Esme some laundry and she said 'rescue me, please!' and she really didn't want to leave - she had decided to park herself there and although she's not a large cat, she is one that you never know when she'll 'go explody' as Mark says...