I spent most of the day outside today. That’s the second time this month, and I loved it like Christmas. Outside is the best place to be on a spring-like day in February when you’ve been sitting inside with the computer too long.
This afternoon, I had a revelation. After puttering around the house and yard all morning, I took my laptop into the backyard, spread a blanket under the trees, which means anywhere in my backyard urban forest, and looked for a position where I could see the computer screen. Ever since I was about 16 years old, going into the backyard with a blanket, in the daytime, meant looking for the spot with the most sun because I was trying to work on my tan. My fair, freckly skin burns easily, so spending a few minutes in the backyard would prepare me for the beach and prevent more serious burns like the sheets of blistering I’d get on my back starting around age 10 when nobody wore sunscreen. Sometimes the pre-season tan warm-ups worked, and sometimes they didn’t. As a teenager, I’d usually burn (with the help of tanning oil) and the burn would eventually turn into a tan. But the important thing, for most of my adult life, was not to be caught dead or alive on the beach in my naturally blinding-light skin.
Today, I didn’t care about tanning. When I saw the blue sky peeking through the branches overhead, I didn’t even care much about writing. It was enough to be outside in the perfect 72 degree air with the birds singing and the bees buzzing. Tanning was the furthest thing from my mind.
What a relief not to worry about such things. I haven’t shaved my legs in months, and some days, I don’t even put on make up. On Christmas Eve, I tried to put on eye-liner for the first time in about 40 years. Of course I couldn’t put on eye-liner with my glasses on, so I did the best I could. When I put my glasses back on, it looked like I had spiders on my eyelids. Now, I wear make up when I feel like it. I’ll shave my legs when I get around to it, and I’ll probably get a little tan through the sunscreen this summer when it’s convenient. My dermatologist will be proud of me, and my skin will thank me.
The prompt is “spider.” I immediately thought of Miss Muffet. “Along came a spider and sat down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away. Being a day late on Just Jot It January, my first year of participating, threatened to frighten me away, but only for a second. I’m going to let it be okay that I got a late start. I’m also going to let the daily prompt take me to which ever of my two blogs I feel it fits with. And besides, I like spiders okay. They catch other bugs I don’t like so much. Now, if I could just like my spider veins.
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First, I wanted to be a veterinarian
and save the whales
Or maybe a biologist
and save the world.
But way before that,
I was an artist.
I could draw dogs and horses
All day long.
No one taught me this.
I just did it.
And people said I was a good.
I loved to write,
And make up stories in my head.
But I didn’t value those stories much.
I didn’t value my drawings and paintings
As much as I wanted to save the planet
But trigonometry hurt my brain.
So I ended up in the mind field.
Fixing me more than anyone else.
While God helped me
And taught me things
I needed to learn
About saving time for me.
Along the way,
I’ve saved dogs,
I’ve saved cats,
I’ve saved trees,
And God saved me some time.
Because the long and winding road
It always lead me back to my roots
Back to the work of my soul.
I love how this song can be about anything we want to come back home to.
“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” _Henry David Thoreau
(Photo from Pixabay)
One-Liner Wednesday is brought to you by Linda G. Hill, author of All Good Stories.
She offers a delicate fragrance for my delight
And filters the afternoon sun just right.
Some call her messy and invasive.
But to me, she’s a welcome gift.