Power Tools FTW

The first Saturday of March was unfrigid enough to get me outside with the reciprocating saw Aaron bought me for Christmas. I broke down the one largish branch and one smallish branch that came down during last month’s ice storm, and I cut back one stand of switchgrass.

I’m not asking our lawn guys to cut down anything ever again. I’ve had too many healthy perennials whacked to the ground that should NOT have been pruned in the spring. (How a dormant hydrangea resembles switchgrass is beyond me.)

Balance

The fitness center at my work has been scheduling lots of classes I like lately: kickboxing, yoga, pilates, and a new cardio/strength class they call “Fit Happens.” The good news about that is that I’ve been feeling a lot better lately, physically, despite not seeing any movement on the scale or in the fit of my clothes.

The bad news is that I haven’t found another good time to write. Lunchtime is really my best option lately, what with Connor taking karate after dinner two days a week and me wanting to up my game as far as my personal habits.

I should elaborate.

Instead of deciding on a New Year’s Resolution, I opted to set myself monthly habits and challenges — I think I’ve mentioned that before. This month, I’m working on cleaning the clutter I’ve strewn about the house. Does that take the entire hour I get to myself in the evening? No, not really, especially since I’ve only required myself to clean for ten minutes at a time (which usually stretches to at least 15, since I need to finish up what I’ve started). After I’m done, though, I find beached on the couch, watching YouTube: Today I Found Out, or Origin of Everything, or Melly Sews, or something from the deaf community or a fashion YouTuber, just because those topics are fascinating and outside of my normal interactions.

What all this comes down to is that I have all these topics in my head — stuff Connor has done, wins and frustrations at work, vacation prep, sewing projects, yadda yadda yadda — and no good brain time to get it out.

Slight tangent: honestly, I don’t need a blog that others can read anymore, but I love the idea of having a journal that’s accessible to me at any time day or night, anywhere I have an internet connection, that’s indexed and quickly searchable. And if I have that, I’m not going to write anything I’d want to keep secret, even if I have it password protected, because The Internet.

So, yeah, I just wrote some 300 words about why I haven’t blogged much lately. I hate it when people do that. I guess that was something I needed to get out of my head, though, so it’s legit.