I am worn to a nubbin. Last week was hard. The posts were the hardest. Also the cooking and cleaning and worrying about having company. And paying the bills. And I finally bought a mattress. And shopping on Saturday. Why so much in one week? Just lucky I guess.
Guess what? I think I am a writer. No really. I compose stuff in my head all time now. I see something and my mind automatically figures out how to write about it. Very odd. We went to an old bookshop we frequent and I browsed the writing section. Made me tired. All those rules about how to write. And how to be creative. I picked one up about syntax. Good golly. Made me want to lie down and rest. All those rules made me feel as though someone was attempting to teach me how to walk with a different gait. "No Bea, your verbs should move faster and did you know you are adjectoed?" Cripes. Maybe I'll just lapse into swear words. They sure shove a sentence along.
I went to Coldwater Creek and K-mart and bought summer clothes. All extra larges. I didn't even darken the carpet of the Plus Size sections. My style is refining itself. I weeded out some unfortunate purchases from early in my size 18 time. If I am going to wear 18's I figure I might as well have something I really like. I was just buying "get by" stuff because I thought I'd be getting thinner. I may still, but I am sick of looking like a rag-a-muffin in the meantime. I also packed up all the over large stuff I was still slopping around in. My wardrobe is smaller but more functional. Is a good feeling.
Okay this is the end of this post. I am going outside to hang washing on the line. I am having left over soup and salad for lunch. What a good day I'm having.
Take care. Love Bea