It’s hot hot hot here; I think the forecast is for 108 today.
Last night it was about 95 in the house and that was as much as I was willing to do; I turned the AC on. Ah well. I held out a good long while… I think I’ll still be able to stay open-doors for the mornings, at least until the rains start, and it steams up.
Right now I am in one of those times where I am between stations; all forward progress is completely up to me.
If I were to stand still, then so would everything that I am involved in. Without me to drive it, my life (and most things in it) would grind to a halt. There are a lot of people who wouldn’t be comfortable with that, and even I sometimes feel a little queasy if I stop to think about it, which I am mostly smart enough not to do.
This a time where I imagine the things that I will do next; I am filling in boxes on my calendar, that mysterious tool that predicts and perhaps describes the future. Whatever I can dream, I can do. People always make going places and doing things about “the money” but I find that (unless I am miserable somewhere) my affairs run about the same way wherever I go; the song remains the same, I can earn enough to get by, and I don’t need much anyway. It’s more a question of what than how. I never worry about how. What a waste of time. “How” is about doing, doing only takes grit. The dreaming is the trick.
I fantasize that the downsizing I plan to do before winter will be a good thing for everyone; me, society, etc. I’m trying to figure out how much space I can reasonably shrink down to. Artists and makers have the challenge of storing materials, of needing workspace.
Ideally I won’t need much…