This afternoon, the sun is shining. It’s cold and breezy. I took down my grandmother’s heavy drapes in my living room and put up gently striped tawny sheers. Soft, golden sunlight fills my living room, now a place of optimism and possibility. Winter is so over at my house.
Well, except in my kitchen. I’m having trouble putting up shelves for my plant pots. Apparently, one-third of the time, I’m too stupid to drill holes at a proper distance and since I intended to install six shelves, that’s too much stupid for my taste. I had to put this aside for a time when I feel smarter and I hope it’s soon because I also couldn’t unlatch my car’s hood this morning. Granted, I’ve seen the mechanic struggle with the same latch but it’s a latch. I’m supposed to struggle with the latch, and then open the hood and fix something but I did and didn’t, so apparently outside isn’t all that inspiring, either.
I’ve got bandaids. What do you think will happen when I medicate the cat?