No Monday Blues

I used to go for drives just to go for drives. It was a way to clear cobwebs in my mind when cobwebs got so thick I couldn’t seem to think about anything but cobwebs.

But that was before gas was so expensive and it wasn’t quite as known how environmentally unfriendly it really was. Or I just couldn’t seem to hear or see.

Sometimes it was cabin fever because for twenty years I lived in a tiny apartment that was really just a nest. It was about 16 feet one way and maybe 20 the other. It was enough for me and not much else. It was really quite enough though and I loved that little apartment.

But I worked and spent a lot of time running around doing this and that and helping my mother some. After my mother died, I bought a big house that was over four times bigger than the little nest and I could go for adventures just moving from one room to another. Now I’ve split the difference and live in a space about twice or half as much as what I’ve ever known before.

What is enough?

The big house was far too much but I had lots of fun while I was waiting for it to make the money that it promised. And when it did it paid for this — what I have now, that is just about the right fit — not too big and not too small.

I’ve been boiling water for quite a few weeks now and while I’ve been boiling water I’ve been drumming up ideas for how to start a business where there are tiny houses just for baths so people can pay to have their hair washed or to take a soaking bath in gallons of steaming hot hot water for a few dollars — just enough to pay the cost and not make a lot of profit — for homeless folks and people without hot water heaters that are working — as I have been one of them.

Tomorrow the plumbers are coming to replace the hot water heater.

What a luxury it will be to have hot hot water again, coming from a pipe in my own bathtub — so what if the bathtub needs to be replaced because it’s so old and horribly disgusting.

It’s enough.

That’s one of the reasons why it seems better to rent sometimes because a broken hot water heater is the landlords problem then and not your own. But I wouldn’t have things any other way now knowing how there are no Monday blues when your work is home and all you have to think about is where to get the money for a broken hot water heater and not a whole home because you simplified and made enough satisfying enough.

Finding ways to get rid of cobwebs now can be as easy as a stroll around the neighborhood by foot.

If your feet still work.

But that’s a whole ‘nother story. At least the lame back is up to snuff again and I can wash my own hair now even if it has to be with boiled hot water.

The plumbers are coming tomorrow and I might not have to boil water after all.

Hooray. That’ll be enough for now and it’s nice to know that I can still go for a drive just to drive to get rid of cobwebs and I can do it for free without any gas because Google has driven everywhere I’ve ever been and then some.

There’s no cause to ever have the Monday blues again.

Mother Of Invention

And just like that, suddenly it wasn’t as hard to turn to the left or right without cringing. I shall love my aching joints and rejoice in the fact that the back may be in recovery. I shall promise to get the dolly to move 5 gallon buckets full of soil and tomatoes from now on and sing hallelujah every time I bend to retrieve a fallen item off the floor or scoop the kitty poop.
Things can always be worse, but they can also get better and waiting in grace has a big giant dose of good and wholesome measure — as depressing as being ailing can be, it’s better to think happy future thoughts instead of gruesome ones — as tempting as it is to believe something bad will never end.
I made a little room to be a house inside a house and spent my time there doing only what was absolutely needed — like watching movies and peeing in a bucket. At some points it was essential to shuffle to the kitchen for a piece of chocolate and a spoonful of peanut butter or some beans in a can and an avocado to eat to keep the nutrients, required for healing, flowing through the blood. It was hard to drink much water for the fear of needing the bucket — but water was more needed than avoiding the pain involved in pulling pants down — where are split-crotches when they’re needed or men’s undies and a hose?
Maybe the mother of invention is pain and trying to avoid it. Aren’t men lucky that they have attached hoses and cows because they can do it all while standing and probably have excellent backs unlike these weak ones made for humans.
It must be said that this is why we try so hard to have our houses in order because come the time that things aren’t easy, it’s easy to see that things in their right places are better than in ones where they can’t be found or reached right. And it’s so much better that things start off clean while waiting for a time that things can be cleaned again because that mountain to climb later would be more depressing than trying to pull pants down in a hurry while trying to scale that growing mountain in the meanwhile.
It’s easy to see now, too, that it’s important to keep a grabber handy. Toes work in a pinch though — so it’s important to keep those toes in shape for when they might be called upon. And now I know, things can be shimmied up a wall with a good stick or piece of PVC when everything else fails but forget about the toothpick on the floor until you can sweep again — just be sure not to let it splinter in your foot while you shuffle to the kitchen for chocolate.

 

 

and sing hallelujah

“I Ran Through Cow Poop and It Felt Great”