I’ve had a busy couple of days: renewing my health insurance card and my driver’s license, doctor’s appointments, grocery shopping, lunches and barbeques, and a full-blown Beltaine ritual that was a bit late but wonderful nonetheless. (Kudos to my husband for solo-leading a ritual for over twenty people for the very first time, and for giving me shivers when he read the Charge of the God.)
In various waiting rooms, I began and finished Marion Zimmer Bradley’s The Forest House, which I hadn’t read since it came out. I remember being disappointed with it at the time, and I can’t understand why, now. Perhaps because I read it directly after I finished The Mists of Avalon, which is altogether a very different book.
We’ve finally constructed and arranged the various bits and pieces of furniture we picked up at Ikea this weekend (hot tip: if you have to go to Ikea, do it at 9 AM on a Saturday morning. There is no one there. No one. It’s spooky.). We now have a pantry, and a cabinet under the bathroom sink, and a cupboard to store our towels. The best of all: we have a hanging iron rack for our pots and pans. I’ve always wanted one of these.
I still feel restless, and I can’t sit at the computer for more than about fifteen minutes at a time, which rather limits the amount of work I can get done. If it were sunny out, I wonder if I would feel more focused, or just as unsettled.