Some problems to solve: I’m not on holiday but I feel like I’m on holiday; how much cleaning should a house sitter do; and was the dog helping me with the weeding – or just wee-ing?
I moved from the city to the country, from cool climate to the baking plains. I haven’t yet resolved some of my old habits. I need to take a leaf out of my mother’s book. First thing, most days, she is outside working in the garden well before breakfast.
The dog walking saga continues, and I come to grips with taking out the trash. Surprising how many memories are associated with rubbish dumps.
Five lessons from my first week of house sitting. Dog’s remember routine; throw out the junk food; get the caffeine intake sorted early; you can’t do everything at once … and its hot (which is not so much a lesson as an observation).
Not what I planned. Not what I expected. Not therapy. Not particularly creative. But it works!
The radio announcer mentioned Spring. It’s the only explanation for my sudden rush around the house, pulling covers off cushions and shoving them into soapy water. That, and the fact that the sun’s out.
My Year of Sweat Squared hasn’t played out as planned. Last year’s Year of Sweat was a success, but I thought I could …