Despite the recent rain, I found enough dry wood to have a roaring fire to sit beside tonight. My angst of last evening has been dispersed by a productive day. I dealt with the work grief by plastering on a smile and good attitude when I arrived in Tempe this morning. All was humming at Overflow today. Nik, Zach and Emo came in to complete some 600 housings. That is satisfying at days end. Crew did the work while I got caught up on details that have been on the to do list. One of our details is to get involved with a charitable organization as a group. At our meeting last week we decided on Habitat for Humanity for our chosen cause, as Tyler seemed to be passionate about this charity. I did all the leg work and completed our application. We got our acceptance package today and we begin work a week from Saturday on a 3 bedroom house for the Salgado family in Peoria, starting with the ground breaking ceremony and raising of the walls on that day. The volunteer coordinator told me that this is always an emotional thing as the chosen family will be there as the house is dedicated. We will be a part of building a house from start to finish. I'm really excited about this. I think the experience will take my younger employees out of their electronic worlds and give them something passionate to be a part of. And I, who can't hang a picture gracefully will be learning drywall, hammering nails, painting, digging ditches just getting dirty for a good cause. I have complained about my "full plate" and I am aware that I am adding yet another obligation, but it's an obligation to self that will be good for my soul.
I met with my editor for the food section of the Az Republic. It's going to be more of a struggle to get established than I hoped, as I have to prove my skills. But I'm in on the ground floor. My first piece will be published as soon as they get my head shot, next week I am told. After that, I am in competition with 2 other writers for the upcoming column. They are both men so I hope I have the emotional edge to out write them. Whatever happens, I will still have a position to write in some capacity and free food in my future. She likes my work and I am confidant. I'll have to look to my blog audience to post letters to the editor as my stuff begins to appear in print. PLEASE??
I ended the day in a flurry of gardening, something I have dearly missed. I planted my Christmas tree, cleaned the pool, tilled up my newly started compost heap with inspiration from Nikki and replaced a dead vine with new. I am determined to replace all of the vines around the pool fence to shelter me from Roxanne's prying eyes from next door. Love Roxanne but she is so judgemental of my cigar smoking, wine drinking ways that I would prefer to have a privacy vine to shield myself from her uptight scrutiny. Though I know I am not going to be living here in some near future, I am determined to get back to loving my space while I am still in it. I adamantly believe people leave an imprint on the walls they inhabit. I know we've left enough laughter and love in these walls, but I am also acutely aware that our divorce was etched in the collective memories. The sorrow and following horrific year can be effectively erased if I can let it go while I'm still here. I have to be willing to let go of the life I planned, so as to accept the life that is waiting for me.
Someone's going to love living here, as much as I did.
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