Miscalculations

I seem to have miscalculated. I’d like to claim it was just one thing, however, it has been a series of miscalculations recently that makes me wonder if my brain continues to run at full capacity, or if I have always been wrong/clumsy/out of shape and I somehow missed all of the signs.

It has been this odd series of missteps within the last few weeks that are beginning to make me question what my brain is, in fact, doing up there, or it like all devices it is just starting to lose efficiency slowly but surely until one day you realize you’re working at half capacity and the battery life seems to be requiring a more frequent charge.

Last week after the ridiculousness with the neighbors, I made the decision that I should sage the house. In my defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time, and I had the epiphany while chilling in my room reading. It struck me that the first time I tried to cleanse the house it didn’t go, at all honestly, so I thought with the lunar eclipse right behind us, it was time to usher in positive thoughts, happiness, prosperity and productivity. While I had been chilling, I had a candle from The Librarian’s Candle Co. burning next to me. The Best Day Ever, with saffron and sandalwood. A delightful scent, not my absolute favorite as that belongs to The Graveyard Book, but very close.

I digress, sort of. I went to get the sage, leaving the candle burning in my room. I start the process of infusing the house with positive vibes, but when I reach my room I realize I’ve left the candle burning and decide for safety to move it closer to the window. With the sage bundle in one hand, and the lighter in the other, I go to grab the candle with a just a few fingers, quickly losing my grip. I can only watch while it flips out of my hand, throwing scented wax all over the small loveseat I have in the corner of the room, extinguishing the candle when it hits the floor, thankfully, but wax is now everywhere. While I’m staring in disbelief I look over to my other hand at the sage that had been smoking steadily to see it flare into flame and then quickly die back down to a thin stream of smoke.

And while I cleaned the wax off the hardwood floors fairly easily I’m still uncertain how to get the wax out of the cushions, or the scent. Holy cow the scent. While I love the scents, I can absolutely attest to the fact that the librarian does not scrimp on the oils

However, it has been small missteps like that where I’m either steadily getting clumsier (a distinct possibility) or greater forces, such as age, are finally conspiring against me.

This weekend I finally put the beds in for the garden, getting rid of the set up that was falling apart, and adding a section to the south side. I also started raking up, finally all the wood chips and will move them to the area in front of the old door that was made for reasons unknown, into a window. I put new plants in, and raked up and hauled debris, negotiated with squirrels and birds alike, and finally got to a point where I think I’m ok with what is built up. Honestly I may have to be as I’m not sure I can find another of these specific kits to build the bed with, but I should be able to continue to build up next year. The last plants I will worry about this summer now will be veggies, mainly sweet potato and beans, and then see where we go from there.

Today, however, after all that work, I am moving like I’ve aged 20 years over night and played impact sports every day for the last 30 years. My back straight laughed at me when I tried to get up this morning and my ankles and knees have been alternating times when they want to ‘almost’ give out. It is like living with a prankster that doesn’t know when to just stop. I’m almost excited to go back to work just so I can give my body a break. I want to get the backyard in order before the end of April so I see a lot more soreness in my future, but, so long as I know what I am working towards, it shouldn’t hurt as much at the end of the month, right?