Apr 16/26
Another wet rainy day. It’s been raining all week with no sunshine in sight.
The week has gone by rather well, I have shaken my emotions off and have now been planning the future. Not a single thing that was before is. I have chosen to change everything in my apartment, not putting things back where they were before, and to focus more on my future old self.
One question I ask myself a lot, as grim as it might be, is where do I want to die. I really don’t want it to be where I currently am as it’s kinda not bushy enough for me and to city-ish. I love to have the smell of the fresh decaying plant matter in the woods when it rains, hearing five different species of song bird that’s not seagulls, to be able to step out on your deck, see a moose/bear and say yep fuck that and go back inside.
I kinda need to think about when I’m old. Where am I going to be.
I’m going to keep reaching high to some dreams it’s all that I can do.
I get to put together some new planters for my balcony to replace the raised garden beds that I no longer have. So I spent the other day planting a bunch of veggies and herbs to get started. I hope we get a good amount of food. I would love to do a lot of preserves and share the wealth with my neighbors. I’ve got quail, meat and eggs, just need a bunch of veggies. Hopefully the squirrels leave it alone.
It’s another day of sitting in my local coffee shop looking like I’m busy until I have to go get the child from the group meeting.
So what do I talk about.
My house is starting to come together. To be honest I have so much little junk that I have filled two boxes of just junk. I want to just close it off and hide it away. I figure if I don’t know what’s in there, I don’t need it and to be honest, other than my oil paint… I can’t remember anything that’s in that box. I’m a minimalist, it’s so much less stress. There’s no junk to clutter anything if I don’t have any. Maybe I should just toss it. New beginnings toss the old.
Another thing I figured I wouldn’t let die is camping. I found a little spot to call our own and I booked it. We all went out as a family to Algonquin last year and that was my daughters first time camping. I can’t let that die, she needs to go camping. So this momma decided to book a spot to take her myself. We women don’t need anyone, we just need our strong will and a mom to get you there cause your ass doesn’t drive lol.
Fill up on coffee time lol
Never seems to have enough people working. Only one person. Tonight.
I sit here and watch the finches fly into the roof and out again.
Another hour to go… And this guy keeps talking to everyone. But weirdly. So like I say I pretend to look busy. One hour to go…
~The Victorian Lady
(although I don’t write about the Victorian era…. I just ramble on.)
The Victorian Lady 