Monday, May 17, 2010
Now I Know I'm Really Home~ The Beginning of My Morning Routine
My walk to get the newspaper, heading to the woods.
There's a little trail cut through the thick black spruce. Sometimes I even miss the trail so I've set a big round rock by the berm at the trailhead.
The trail leads to a big homesteader's field and the neighbor's spectacular log house is in view.
Duckies bathing in the low spot in the field.
There's always some good old junk laying around. This is where I'll find a blueberry patch later on in the season.
After I pick up the paper I make myself walk up to the top and sit and read the paper if it's not too windy or the mosquitos don't run me off.
I'm still awestruck by this vista from our road.
Walking back home.
I admit to have a bit of blogophobia the past few days because you see it's my 100th post and I promised to have a giveaway. Since I don't have my s#*t together for a giveaway I am going to delay it until post 101. Instead I'm going to take you on the walk that means the beginning of the summer season and my home routine that I developed last year, which was my first summer off in 26 years since the birth of my boy.
Coryman, my husband has trotted of to his first day of work doing archaeological survey at the nearby military base. It's a government requirement that these surveys are done before they blow any land to smithereens in their training runs. This particular area is rich in archaeological finds as it was the main corridor for the hunting and traveling of land bridge peoples. He's probably in his last season of working this job as he hopes to go into full retirement later on this summer.
I will secretly admit (yeah, as this if this is really secret on a blog!) that I quite enjoy having the days to myself to play and create. I live with a most energetic man and sometimes our ideas of what a full day is differ. I'm a slow and late riser but gather steam as the day progresses and he's an up & at 'em kind of man-work ethic type of guy that once in awhile might not see that my sanding pre-school puzzle pieces with glued ephemera on the sunny deck as "work". He is mostly quite supportive of everything I do I must add! As long as I keep delicious meals coming at regular intervals the balance is mostly in check.
Last summer I developed a morning routine that helped me immensely both mentally and physically. This old gal is a little lame in the hips from 10 years of heavy equipment operating for the State of Alaska road crew. It's a nice little walk out to our newspaper box that sits out on the Alaska Highway. I find that if I do this walk every day it not only stretches me out nicely and gets the joints less creaky as well as clearing my head for the day. I have mandated that I won't allow myself computer time until this has been done.
The day begins now and I get to choose whether it will be a glass, collage, computer or gardening beginning to my day. If the wind stays down I may even haul out my bicycle!