In addition to being a homemaker (canning season is almost upon us! don’t forget to pack a lunch! thanks for taking out the trash! would you like a cup of tea?) I’m a typist, gamer, counselor, librarian, interpreter, and ministry leader: my free time has mostly been spent away from my computer. That is my excuse, anyway.
Homemaking is rather a busy occupation and I have had to consciously set aside time to enjoy spinning and knitting as restful activities. I am excited for the bounty of the summer, and look forward to canning lots of tomatoes, jars and jars of jams, some mint jelly, and I think maybe even some soups! That might make the fall and winter nights easier for everyone. I have yet to change the house for summer: mom has some fake sunflowers she likes to bring out, and the fireplaces need clearing out and the lawn furniture looked over and cleaned (most of the winter things have been stored already). Cooking for a family of adults has become progressively easier and I find it easy to keep things healthy when there are delicious seasonal vegetables. Keeping the cookie jar full is a task, though! I love spending time in my garden especially now that I can bear the heat and light. Both of our cats like it that I am spending more time outside and often try to join me in my efforts, though our ideas of gardening invariably differ.
What really makes my job interesting to me is the proportion of socializing to task-focused time--I spend just as much or more time listening to people, trying to figure out individual issues and just sitting and talking to people about their day as I do cleaning, cooking, mending, gardening, fixing, or any number of things. As much as I value a clean and orderly house, people don’t need houses as much as they need homes. I often forget to dust.
The Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival was delightful earlier this month, and I had the great blessing of seeing a good many friends, making some very good purchases, and enjoying myself as much as any enthusiast can on fine spring days amongst creative and competent professionals, and happy amateurs (ok, and their compliant families). I bought my first drop spindle, in the medieval style of a low whorl. It makes spinning a portable craft, and one that can be completed while walking.
Over all of my activities, I keep noticing more and more changes for the better in my health! It is very encouraging, though now I feel very old and very young at the same time; this is bewildering and in some cases upsetting, and proves that I am very much alive. The treadmill downstairs has given me some treachery by allowing me to think too much of my strength; I overtaxed myself a few times with hilarious results: I still need my albuterol inhaler but so much more infrequently than last year or the years before! I can stand the sun’s heat and light on my skin and eyes, and once even I laughed till I was finished laughing (a small thing, but to actually let myself have a good hearty laugh has been a rare enough thing these half dozen years).