Time to do a little tidying... cleaning up both physical and mental space

It's cooler, and damp this morning. Well, the damp is relatively nothing new, but the last couple of days have had some gloriously sunny hours. I'm glad for it: getting Holly into the pool is a welcome diversion for both of us, and I sleep better having had some outdoor time in which I'm totally focused on floating and helping her learn to swim. I can't be perseverating about much else when I'm on pool time, and that is a blessing. 

But today looks like a day to do some necessary errands and small house chores. That, too, is a good thing, as the bathroom gets a lot more use since G is still at home with his foot issue. Normally, summer is a time when the house stays pretty clean, if it's just me at home. Not so this year: we have increased foot traffic (no pun intended), and sweeping, vacuuming, bathroom cleaning, etc. is ongoing. And laundry. For heaven's sake, the laundry. Nothing dries overnight, so damp towels and clothing need to be washed frequently. I usually only have only a few loads to do a week, but with Holly's extra clothes and the damp stuff, it makes sense to do more. Thus another chore. And there's more dishes to contend with, with having G home and Holly here every day-- more people, more evidence of them being present. It makes sense.

It's good, though, to keep things orderly-- it allows for such afternoons as the last two. I wish I could make my mental space as orderly, but that's not likely to happen. The fate of the nation is not something I can put into a tidy closet or box. I'm not planning on watching the presidential candidate debate; I'm sure I'll get enough of the recap online after it's over, without watching and holding my breath and wanting to domino slap pundits and so on. There was a letter to the editor in today's paper, one that clearly was sent out en masse to media outlets, by some woman in Utah (if it's even a real person). In this letter, the writer referred to Trump as a savior of the nation. She was writing from a purportedly religious perspective, and by the time I finished reading this letter, I was ready to yodel "BLASPHEMY!!"  There is no way on earth or in heaven that some individual with a complete lack of moral grounding or compassion could be titled "savior," not in my understanding of the word. I mean seriously, this dude is a dumpster fire of ignorance, hatred, prurience, and vitriol. No savior there.

So, today is not a pool day. In some ways I wish it would be, since when I'm there, I can't be gnashing my teeth, metaphorically speaking. But sometimes, we need to straighten out our living spaces, both external and internal. I only wish my mental house had better security. I don't like the intruders.

Have a good day,

C