I’ve been taking care of two households for the past week or so; Bryan and Laura are on vacation, and I’m back down in Renton, housesitting and taking care of the animals. Fortunately, at the moment my place in Issaquah doesn’t take a lot of taking care of. I have a fishtank, which I’m doing a fishless cycle on and will be ready for inhabitants in another week or two; and I have plants, and the occasional package that shows up that has to be brought inside.
The animals are all asking what they’ve done to deserve their needs being tended by only one human. This, they feel, is a far less than adequate number. I had a friend over for movies yesterday, and Pip spent much of the time she was there leaning on her and looking up at her soulfully.
I did pop up home this morning, to pick up a package that needed to be grabbed from the post office. We’re having our usual late-May bout of summer weather in the area right now, and so the air was cool but rapidly warming when I stopped at home. There’s a lingering chill coming off of the mountain, lurking under the tall pines and firs. Welcome home, it says. Welcome back.
I’ve joined a local gym and am working out three days a week, trying to convince my cardiovascular system that it is time to once again get with the program. I’m banging against some writing, trying to get the crust that seems to have formed on me to come loose. All these systems that have become stuck need to get unstuck, and now.
I think I’m going to the coast this coming weekend, take the dogs and go on a mindful walk. Blow some of the dust off.