I am not a particularly outdoorsy person, but I have a highly-attuned need to bring the outside in, wherever possible. I like natural lighting and open windows. It makes winter tough on me sometimes, and it’s why I look so forward to the arrival of spring every year.
I spent the last five days in the family room, which is a nice, big room. When all of the blinds are open, it’s often possible to flood the room with natural light. And when the weather is nice, we can open the sliding glass doors out onto the patio and get a lovely breeze. But when the blinds are closed, the lights are on, and the door is firmly shut against a cold early-Spring breeze outside, it resembles a cave to me.
With all four of us ill these past days, piles formed around us – cups that once held water when we were dehydrated, blankets that warmed our laps when we had chills, bowls that we kept nearby in case we couldn’t reach the bathroom in time, empty saltine sleeves, empty soup bowls, DVDs, papers, and small toys. So it became a cluttered cave, as well.
I’m just not cut out for cave-living. Once I felt well enough to be mobile yesterday afternoon, I just wanted out. Since Eamonn was about a day and a half ahead of me in terms of feeling better, he and I were on the same page. We started talking about spring and summer. He told me he really liked corn on a stick. “That’s great, honey, but it’s corn on the cob.” Oh, right. I told him the Farmer’s Markets will probably open soon, and how great that will be. We can buy corn on the cob, peppers, onions, potatoes… “And cheese?” he asked eagerly, “do you think the cheese guy will be there this year?” I don’t know, but I sure hope so. The cheese guy, the pickle guy, and the kettle corn people would all be so nice to see again.
It was at this point that a queasy Neil begged us to stop talking about cheese and pickles 😀
So off I went to say goodbye to Gray and Slimy, and hello to Bright and Springy. That was much better.
I got that shower I so desperately wanted, and I sewed up those perky pants that I’d already cut out from a thrifted bedsheet. They are probably the most thrown-together, slipshod, imperfect garment I’ve made in my illustrious 10.5-month-long sewing career, but I can live with that. You don’t realize how much getting-up and sitting-down are involved in sewing until you try to do it nauseous with a headache. The sheet was apparently faded, so the back of the pants are more worn-looking than the front. There is a stain above the right knee that I believe is probably nail polish (not mine). I mis-measured the elastic, and the waist is falling off of me. And there are a few other minor problems. Nothing that could keep me from putting them on, though, and banishing the gray. I’ll work on fixing them up sometime when I’m feeling completely better and have nothing else to do!
Today Eamonn has gone back to school, and I, while still not 100%, got myself up and dressed and took him there. Getting out was just something I needed to do for my sanity. Much like the shower and pajama bottoms were. I have to admit to feeling a whole lot more sane today. So much so, that I plan to head back down into the family room later with a garbage bag, a food tray, and a laundry basket, and pick up all of the piles. There are still two sickies inhabiting that room, but I think even they ought to appreciate being able to see the floor again.