Mental Bric-a-Brac

It has been a day of lethargy for me.  After the excursion yesterday (which was amazing & filled some of my empty soul places with peace) I was worn out.  Of course that didn’t keep me from posting a lengthy account of my day, writing a poem (no I’m not sharing as it’s mostly not that good), taking a bath (in hopes of soaking away my aches & pains…it was okay for the sore knee but as an exercise in relaxation not so profitable.  My tub is tiny & it’s impossible for even my 5’2” frame to stretch out without 1/2 of my body sticking out of the water; either I sit up so my legs are warm or I lie down & my legs are propped up on the faucet.  It is also incredibly narrow & shallow. Basically bathing in a mixing bowl wouldn’t be harder or less fulfilling…still I was told to relax so I tried.) and then staying up reading Chaucer some more along with a blog I find more & more engaging (I’m catching up on all the back posts). Finally at a very late hour (well after 2:00 am) I took 2 Tylenol PM (I hesitate to take them as usually I find myself swimming in fog the next day) and proceeded to crash for a few hours. I woke about 7 for a bathroom trip and then groggily fell back to sleep. I woke again at 9 in a haze, attempted to check Twitter for anything interesting but kept passing out in narcoleptic fits.  Finally at 11 I dragged my aching body upright, got dressed, found a baseball cap (I love baseball caps. I have quite a collection & would wear them everyday if I could) and headed with Hubby to get some groceries in town (we had to hurry, they are only open ‘til noon on Sunday).  After returning home I cooked breakfast.  Then after a healthy period of procrastination I tossed my office clothes in the washer (I should probably remember to dry them or it’ll be embarrasing to go to work tomorrow) & did up all the dishes from the last couple days.  Another long period of blog reading occured before I decided that maybe some light exercise would cure my sore muscles…WRONG….two yoga poses & my body rebelled mightily.  The right knee stabbed pain that made my eyes water & I quit.  Being in shape is great but I’d rather be alive (soft, squishy & infinitely more snuggly then the stick girls who run around cutting their loved ones with protruding collar bones & scapulas). In other unrelated thoughts….the local motel burned down on Thursday night.  Somehow the wood stove managed to start quite the blaze.  Fortunately nobody was injured (sadly 2 cats were lost).  The blaze started about 5 pm & it took at least 6 fire departments a total of 6 hours to control & extinguish it.  As I drove to work Friday (we hold the insurance on that property) I could see that smoke was still pouring out of huge sections.  It took a good portion of the day to flip portions of the rubble over & put out all the smoldering sections.  It’s a total loss and although not the best property in town (I’d rather sleep next to the train tracks, less chance of being stabbed in my sleep) it’s another business that will probably disappear.  Our little down is slowly vanishing as the economy continues to dump (but that’s another post). More fires were burning last night, as they have been all week.  These fires were planned and a sign that spring is indeed galloping toward us.  Up here in the deep forests we control burn ditches, wetlands & empty grassy areas every spring.  A forest fire is something that we work very hard to avoid.  Thusly every spring the burning begins, leaving the smell of smoke lingering on the breeze, big patches of fire burning all night and extinguished by morning. Soon the bright emerald green native grasses will begin to show, glowing in the fine misty rain of late April & early May.  Just thinking of that change from deep black to vibrant lush green makes me smile. Back to work tomorrow….just thinking that makes my heart tired & my soul weary.  I like the actual work that I do.  There’s something I enjoy very much about being a secretary/receptionist.  I like making copies, getting coffee, answering the phones & directing calls.  What I dislike is that in this tiny little office there is conflict.  I don’t know why…it bothers me very much because I feel I’m the cause.  Apparently, and I’m guessing here, a co-worker feels that I’m a threat.  Now I don’t know the reasons for this at all. What I do know is that making the mile drive to my office every day has become a Herculean task.  Unfortuantely I am trapped for now….and the weight of the knowledge is indeed an albatross around my neck. I know this has been a strange wobbly post but it’s cleared some of the detrius out of my synapses.  If I’m lucky I will now be able to focus on the other post that’s been brewing in my brain all day.  I promise it’ll be full strength…no decaf here!