I’m hiding in our home office this morning. Adjacent to the foyer and away from the kitchen, it’s a room with French doors that I can close when need be.
Like today, for instance.
This is a morning when I’m trying to ignore the dreadful whiny motor sound of our dishwasher as it cleans the dishes. Our dishwasher has, of late, become cantankerous. Still doing that which is asked of it, but making certain that I know that it’s working hard to do so.
Old age affects us all in different ways, I suppose.
This week I’ve spent more time in the home office, or study as the builder referred to it, than usual. Fortunately it’s a lovely room replete with my desk, my computer, a large over-filled bookcase, a funky old occasional chair and, of course, a potted pothos so that there’s another living organism in here with me. It’s a writerly space.
From here I’ve watched this week’s happenings around Chez Bean.
I’ve overseen the AC being serviced, the windows being washed, the plumbing being inspected, the neighbor’s tree being cut down while using our driveway as a service road to get to their tree, and the gutters being cleaned out.
I’m exhausted from all of this work! ;-)
But you see, that’s what’s going on around here. Me, simply letting go, watching optimistically as other people and machines accomplish things. While I research + write stories and essays that may, or may not, find their way into this blog.
If life is best lived by focusing on how you do things, then this week I’m one mellow positive bean, letting it all get done one way or another without my interference.
Come what may.