Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Where does time go?
Do you dream, dear reader? I dream every night with an intensity I that sometimes scares me. I’ve fallen in love in my dreams, I’ve experienced betrayal, jealousy and anger that I’ve never felt in my waking life, and I’ve been terrified by the images and stories my mind sometimes creates. Yesterday was particularly alarming, and I awoke paralysed with fear and feeling as if my body was weighed down with lead and my mouth was mute. My sinuses were throbbing and I felt so sleepy so, after turning off my alarm, I curled into a ball and decided to sleep for “five more minutes”. I woke up two hours later at 9:45 with a head cold and sleepy eyes.
A yellow leaf drifted through my window yesterday morning as a breeze blew through the trees outside. I closed my eyes and I could’ve sworn I was back in Boston, walking through the Public Garden on my way to work, leaves swirling at my feet and a hot coffee warming my hand. Sometimes it’s the little things– a leaf, the scent of roasting coffee, the way a gust of wind pushes me forward– that makes my heart ache for Boston the most. David and I booked our tickets to visit at the end of August and I’m so excited to go back!
Sick. And sleepy. I’m incredibly lucky that I can work from home on days when I feel unwell, but I sometimes wish I had the ability to just call in sick. ”Can’t come in, can’d do anything, feel like crap.” is not something I’m able to say in my position. So instead, I put on my big girl panties and soldier on. But only after I lay on my yoga mat and cry for a little while.
Feed a cold, starve a fever. Over the weekend, David and I visited his brother in Cambridge and stopped by the Gog Magog Hills Farm Shop (which is adorable) and stocked up on all kinds of goodies. Suffice to say that we’re eating extra well this week and I happily loaded myself up with greens and goodness before slipping into a brief and necessary nap.
But even after a little shut-eye, I felt as droopy as my Norfolk Island Pine, which I repotted this weekend. As I repotted it, I accidentally broke the little support beam that keeps it upright, so I guess I should go out in the woods and find a stick to replace it with. Or a kebab skewer or something. I dunno. I kinda suck and keeping my plants alive and healthy, you guys. It’s sad.
I’m also kind of crap at keeping my computer alive. Yes, my friends, the inevitable is happening Methuselah’s power cord has stopped working. My poor sweet Macbook, with whom I’ve had my longest and most intimate relationship, is slowly but surely dying. Piece by piece, little by little. But I’m not going to quit Methuselah yet! Oh no! Though maybe soon…
I love Le Chat. Even when I’m feeling very small in a world that is very big and my computer is breaking and I’m tired, so tired, she’s right there for cuddles and nose nuzzles. I’m so pleased we brought her with us on this English adventure. I’m so pleased she’s so cute and little and loves me.
To address my earlier point about keeping plants alive, David’s son’s money tree died whilst in our care (oops). It rotted, to be specific, and though it was living in our house, I technically do not feel responsible for its death. However, we still feel kinda bad, so David researched how to save it from complete and total death and it turns out you can actually plant one of the branches (leaf things?) in soil and it will grow anew. I’m not holding out too much hope, but I’d love for it to work. Just so I could brag about something, you know?
After a delicious dinner of farm-fresh sausages and pasta, David and I got ready to attend my friend Liam‘s private viewing party at Art Pull. Sometimes it is very difficult to decide which shoes to wear. You feel me?
The gallery was packed last night, which was fantastic! This is Liam chatting about his work with someone in an awesome striped blazer. I haven’t had time to catch up with him yet, but I believe Liam sold a piece last night. WELL DONE, LIAM!
After I wilted in the Art Pull gallery (seriously, it was so marvellously crowded!), David and I stopped in a pub for a chat and drink. He’s been working a lot lately and needs to get out of the house to relax and distance himself from everything he needs to do. We both do, to be honest, and it’s important for both of us that we’re able to sit across a table from each other and talk about normal things like, well, work and how work is stressing us out. Ha.
Despite the fact that I was exhausted, we stayed up to watch an episode of Orange is the New Black before going to bed. Now I know you’re all like, But I thought you were sooooo tired and whiny and wanted to go to sleep, but instead you went to a pub and stayed up watching television?! and my answer is this: red wine has lots of antioxidants in it and you can never be too tired to watch OITNB. Seriously, if you’re watching it, you’ll know that it’s like crack. Your body’s telling you to go to sleep, but your brain is like BUT WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN TO PIPER?! It’s not ideal, but it is what it is.
And that, dear reader, was my Tuesday. How was yours? How are YOU? I know I’ve been a lazy sharer lately, but look forward to tomorrow’s post where I share some behind the scene’s photos of local artist Ed Liddle‘s studio! I visited it last week with Liam for Artists Unveiled and it’s totally adorable– I think you’re going to love it. Until tomorrow, xx!