This morning I enjoyed sitting by my bow window and watching for the perfect picture of some delicate bird out in the forsythia bushes, near the suet and bird feeder. My gratitude this morning related to this endeavor…grateful for the hands-on lesson of patience, patience, patience and “he/she who hesitates is lost” (or the picture anyway). The birds are not always mindful of my greater objectives… That said, I did get some pictures. This is the first good one I got today - the downy woodpecker who is very fond of the suet. Handsome fellow I think!
When I finally pulled myself away from the window I showered, dressed, and went out to do some errands. Accomplishments. I find these are necessary for my self-esteem, even in my retirement mode. But…the greater accomplishment (and confession, I did have to call a friend and brag about it today) was the cleaning out of my pantry, a small closet stocked with a myriad of items. It has been a very long time since this was cleaned out…and I have sworn Nelly the dog to secrecy, and strengthened our confidentiality agreement with some generously shared treats. I have in mind exploring the possibility of finding a new place to live this year – in the area – a ranch home with less property than the one I currently own, and where I have lived for over 31 years. This mindset brings a whole new energy to the cleaning out and sorting of things. Would I really want to move that? It makes the decision-making somewhat easier.
I mentioned earlier that I learned some things about myself. It appears that some years ago I envisioned cooking for an army – and then sharing it with that army. Me, the only child and single adult with little experience in cooking for large groups, and whose dining room table will hold all of six… My pantry was stocked with zip lock bags of every ilk – I had freezer bags, pint or quart, large stand up storage bags, snack bags, sandwich bags…in multiples! Wonder what I was thinking…or was the problem that I was not? And then I discovered that I had an over-zealous attachment to handled bags – you know, the nice ones you get at special stores. I had big ones, brown ones, colored ones, small ones, ones with logos and plain ones. Yes, I have kept some; they’ll come in handy someday, won’t they? The others I have carefully folded and stored for my church Faire in September, thinking they would be good for use at certain of our sale areas.
The pantry looks pretty good now. The food stuffs that were out of date (oh my, it’s true) are gone, and those with expiration dates this year, at the front. Having seen them, studied them, I will be sure to make use of them soon! It was just a day in the life – my life; and in spite of all my oddities and shortcomings, I wouldn’t trade it.
(I added three poems to the poetry page tonight - two on music and a nice one about God and the letters of the alphabet.)