I'm slowly creeping back towards my real work. I have greeted the light at the end of the writing tunnel and while I still have some odds and ends to deal with this week, the bulk of the work is done. Yesterday I spent some time in the kitchen making spicy pineapple and chilli chutney, apple turnovers and a litre of fresh ginger syrup. It feels good to get back to cooking whatever I like and not just what we'll eat that day. Housework and creative cooking keep my enrichment levels high.
Today I'll be reading and organising chapters in my file manager so I know where everything is. At the moment I have quite a few different versions of the same file and I want to sort them out immediately so I can delete what I don't need and safeguard what I hope are the treasures.
There won't be much time for housework today, tomorrow we plan on going out for lunch to celebrate, but on Wednesday, I'll look at getting back into some sort of routine. There is a lot to be done here and although Hanno was a great help while I've been writing, we've been operating on the bare essentials. I have some rooms to tidy up and I want to use the French press on a few household linens. There is a lot of sewing to do, I'm taking on the grocery shopping again and I have a lifetime of gardening to start.
Years ago, when I first realised that housework would be the one thing that would shape my days and give meaning to the hours I spend here, homemaking became a significant part of my life. Not working how I usually do for the past six months has shown me, all over again, what this work has done for me. Of course there are some people who hate housework and there are some parts of it I don't like, but the work I do here in our little home makes me see sense in a sometimes nonsensical world. I've missed it.
