Boots

I washed the mud off my boots and then set them to dry on the porch railing.

And then I wiped down the porch table and got the camp chairs out of the garage. I put two six packs of beer and a giant bottle of laundry detergent on the floor out of the way and then I pretended it was summer.

I brushed first one dog and then another. I sat in my camp chair and watched the birds coming to our bird feeders. I felt as old as my dad when he died but it wasn’t a bad feeling. I had nothing better to do than to watch the birds. I thought about getting the binoculars out of the closet but I knew moving would spook the birds so I just sat still with my face turned to the sun and did nothing.

It was what I needed to do.

Today was the day I needed to lay claim to my mental health. So that is what I did. The news and the fright and the anxiety were making me sick and so I put a stop to it. I spent most of the day outside, a good share of it with two dogs, shutting my eyes when they did, and not moving unless I had to. I turned my face to the sun and let everything go.

No one is going to save me from myself but me. That’s today’s lesson.

Boots.

4 Comments on “Boots

  1. Good for you. I love the warmth of the northern sun on spring and fall days. Here in Florida the sun is so intense that I avoid it whenever I can. But you would remember that from your time at Key West.

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  2. YEEEEESSSSSS. I am trying to invest some time everyday to BEING and not DOING.

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  3. Great post & great idea. Just relax and soak up the sun. And anyway, I’ve read that the Vit D from the sunshine boosts your immunity, so that can’t be bad, can it?

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