{"id":22247,"date":"2015-08-17T15:28:48","date_gmt":"2015-08-17T22:28:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/?p=22247"},"modified":"2015-08-17T15:28:48","modified_gmt":"2015-08-17T22:28:48","slug":"just-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2015\/08\/17\/just-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Just life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes it&#8217;s so nice just to <i>be<\/i>. We forget that. Well, I do, anyway.<\/p>\n<p>This weekend was perhaps the nicest of the summer. We&#8217;ve been having glorious weather for the most part, but often way too hot. A few weeks ago, the southern Oregon coast sweated through several days of 100+ temperatures, and it got to at least 97 here. When it&#8217;s that hot it saps you, even when you&#8217;re huddled in the shady house with a ceiling fan spinning. I know you folks in the midwest and south have it worse; so no complaints, really.<\/p>\n<p>But this weekend was everything a summer ought to be. Temperatures around 70. Cloudless afternoons after cool, maybe misty, mornings. A little breeze blowing. The kind of weather you don&#8217;t even have to think about because it&#8217;s precisely what weather ought to be.<\/p>\n<p>In the mornings, I grabbed a pair of loppers, a squeeze-bottle of Off!, and a bucket and picked some lovely fat blackberries while the dogs hung out and ate their share. <\/p>\n<p>At home, after ritual coffee, I trimmed the inside of the front door and started on the next 1\/3 of the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/2015\/08\/06\/at-the-ceiling-of-madness\/\" target=\"_blank\">Infamous Ceiling<\/a>. This section was originally going to be the fraternal twin of the bit I already did. When I realized how (pardon the pun) over my head I am, I figured it would be more like a half-sibling. Now I&#8217;m aiming for third cousin once removed. More drywall; less beadboard.<\/p>\n<p>I do think that old beadboard would make better wainscotting than ceiling. Since finding <a href=\"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/2015\/08\/11\/a-tale-of-serendipity\/\" target=\"_blank\">the amazing Lost Vanity<\/a>, my thoughts are turning to a nice wainscotted bathroom. <\/p>\n<p>Today I started cleaning up Ye Olde Vanity. It&#8217;s coming back to life quickly and well. Some gouges I&#8217;ll never gracefully get rid of and one inlay piece is missing, which is beyond my ability to fix. But it&#8217;ll be close to its old self. That spare garage-sale sink I had out in the garden shed is going to fit it, of course. An hour of scrubbing the porcelain and scraping old caulk and that was like new.<\/p>\n<p>An hour or two is all I&#8217;ve been doing. Just enough to resume steady progress while still doing other things and enjoying what&#8217;s left of summer.<\/p>\n<p>No long, sweaty, achy, brain-hurting days of labor. No depression or anxiety* or self-doubt or anger. No being among the walking wounded. Just quietly getting things done, and even doing them reasonably (if far from professionally) well.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday I ended the day taking a long walk in the woods with furrydoc and her bounding lab mix &#8212; like Ava, 10-years-old but still unstoppable. Robbie trotted right along behind us. In June and early July I thought he was at death&#8217;s door. He&#8217;s rallied remarkably. But even with him doing a little better, we don&#8217;t usually walk so long these days, nor does he keep up as well as he did yesterday evening. <\/p>\n<p>But then, he had his girlfriend to impress (he&#8217;s got a polite crush on furrydoc&#8217;s dog). He did a good job of it, too.<\/p>\n<p>Days of contentment. They may not make for exciting, fiery blogging, but they sure make for good life.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p><i>* Well, there was some anxiety a few days ago when I woke up at 1:00 to Ava rambling randomly about &#8212; and shortly realized whe was distressed by a bat swooping around the living room and kitchen. I was eventually able to shoo it out the backdoor and never came in contact with it, but those were some not-happy moments. I know this is the season when juvenile bats, not yet fully possessed of their bat-sense, get into houses. But all the doors and windows were closed. So clearly I still have some structural gaps to fill.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes it&#8217;s so nice just to be. We forget that. Well, I do, anyway. This weekend was perhaps the nicest of the summer. We&#8217;ve been having glorious weather for the most part, but often way too hot. A few weeks ago, the southern Oregon coast sweated through several days of 100+ temperatures, and it got to at least 97 here. When it&#8217;s that hot it saps you, even when you&#8217;re huddled in the shady house with a ceiling fan spinning. I know you folks in the midwest and south have it worse; so no complaints, really. But this weekend was&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2015\/08\/17\/just-life\/\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Just life<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,10,14,18,31],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22247","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dogs-and-cats","category-gardening-heaven-forbid","category-home-improvement","category-mind-and-spirit","category-rural-and-small-town-living","ratio-natural","entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22247","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22247"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22247\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}