Now that I am finally feeling better, I have been up and about getting things done. Going on trips consistently throughout the summer has kept me from doing anything except live out of a suite case. Now that trips are nearly finished, I was able to liberate my toothbrush and shorts from their travel bags and back to their rightful places. Although I have one last trip this coming weekend, I don't think it will be too much of a trouble considering I am visiting my best friend who lives only an hour away from me. She's now returning from a semester in London, and I couldn't be more excited to see her and hear about her adventures.
I think I have learned more about myself this summer than I have at any other time in my life. That's probably not entirely true, but today it feels tat way. For instance, I have learned that there are two prominent sides to me: "bummish" and "princess." I love to be comfortable in pajamas or in a tee shirt and jeans or hoodie and shorts, but I also love to dress up in fashionable clothes and feel like a princess or fashion diva of some kind. Yes, there are the occasion "mountain woman" appearances as well as "beach bum," which is different than "bummish," but I do think that "bummish" and "princess" outweigh the rest of my personalities, so to speak.
Unfortunately, this leads to the discovery that I absolutely adore presents and stuff in general. Yes, I am admitting to being high maintenance! I mean, I've been trying to avoid those two words my entire life, but they tend to come out of the blue when I'm doing my best to avoid them. Let's face it. I love jewelry. I love getting my hair done. I love getting my nails done (though it is not something I give in to often). I love buying clothes. I love shopping when I actually get to buy clothes. I love house stuff. I love books. I love journals. I love movies. I love CDs. I love STUFF. No, this is NOT a good thing. How bad is it that I positively love presents? That they make me feel loved? I don't think it makes me greedy, or makes me materialistic. I know, that sounds like bull. But it isn't! I think it makes me high maintenance, and I think it makes me appreciate when I receive things even more than the average person. Do you think it makes me greedy and materialistic? I just can't be sure.
My next discovery is that I love to be busy. But, busy in a different way than people may assume busy actually means. I love to be cleaning, cooking, reading, writing, running errands, baking, visiting... I love having a schedule, basically. I know I've been complaining about being on the road all summer, and that was a bit much, but that's not the type of busy I like to be. I like to be busy by my rules and regulations. For example: this morning I was up at 8am, eating breakfast and doing laundry. By 10am I had finished two loads and woke up Clark and we began putting clothes away and cleaning up the house. By 12pm we were finished and Clark was heating up soup for lunch. By 1pm we were both ready to go in to town. We finished running errands by 4pm, just in time to get home and start the potatoes I wanted to make. I put the potatoes in the oven and got to take a half hour nap. I then wrote in my journal, took the potatoes out of the oven at the right time, let them cool, and then mixed up the batter to make them "twice baked." They'll be ready by exactly 6:30pm, and then we'll eat and by 7:30 pm we'll be ready to go for a jog. We'll come back, watch a movie, maybe hang out or play a game, and then we'll be ready for bed.
I love THAT kind of busy. I love getting to do my own thing at my own pace, but in my head knowing exactly when everything is going to be accomplished. For example, now I must leave because it is clearly the puppy-dog's dinner time.
One last thing I've learned? I love helping my husband with little bits of projects. He's building me my very own secretary (writing desk) and I get to help pick out the wood, the stain, the hardware... all that fun stuff that will make it positively perfect.
Life just keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.
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