This is the second version of my entry. The first morphed into a long whinging session, about things I don’t want to think about and don’t want to have to try and forget about when they are out of my life. Least said, soonest mended.
I am adjusting slowly to existing in a healthy environment, moving towards the light. It takes time to heal.
Last night Attila and I took a whirlwind drive to the town for food and supplies; a 70 km round trip. We were pleasantly surprised at how quickly the landscape has become green and lush to the eye. We have had rain daily for the last few days. The water levels in the wetlands are still extremely low, which means we haven’t had enough rain to recover what was lost in the drought. The trees and vegetation are rallying nicely, but for those that died completely during the drought.
I am getting into gear with my genealogy research. One branch of the family moved to the United States, New York, Minnesota and Oregon for the most part. I have put off doing this research until there was sufficient time to use an ancestry.com account to its fullest capacity. Now is the time, as I no longer have a full time job and am only working when other people want time off. It is a pleasure to gain access to records that I’ve known were there, but had no time to view or transcribe.
Another thing I am looking forward to is baking our bread again. When I work six days a week I am just too tired to bake our daily bread. But when I am busy at home, taking frequent breaks from the computer projects allows me to keep the process of bread making going with relative ease. Of course, I will wait until late September to begin baking on a regular basis. The heat wave and drought have left quite an impression, and I am in a “heat avoidance” mode. The winter here will cure that malady rather quickly!
One of the benefits from standing to work at the computer is that I am beginning to lose some of the weight I’ve gained over the last year of stressful sitting. No huge changes, but every once and a while I feel like my old self again; I am still in here somewhere. I realize that no matter what measures I take, looking young and beautiful is not in the cards. If I were wealthy visual external youth could be purchased. But I think it is just as well to age in an integrated way. And I do think that older women are the most beautiful people in the world, always did feel that way, thanks to my Grandmother.
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 78 %
Wind: WNW 5 km/h
“Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.”
1816 – 1855