He spent much of yesterday sleeping, which freed up some time. Ordinarily, we'd be running errands, doing house chores, and/or socializing. However, because he was napping, I didn't feel like I could do deep work, like writing, because I thought he might wake up at any moment and want to do errands or do something fun or watch a movie.
So I did creative work that could be easily interrupted and then either returned to or abandoned.
First, I made some epiphany bread, the most creative thing I did all day. I had some leftover ingredients from December's cookie baking: all sorts of nuts, dried ginger, and dried lemon and orange slices (how I love Trader Joe's). I had an idea of the bread I wanted, and it changed as I went along. At first, I thought I'd have layers of my homemade almond paste, and then I decided to make a pan of rolls:
Those are labor intensive, and so, I also made loaves. As you can see, I also took photos. I love the way the sun shines on the rolls, and the green grass in the background. If I saw this picture in a magazine, I'd want to bake the recipe.
I also made progress on the project I started on Friday night: to combine the fiction and poetry bookcases and to sort through the poetry volumes. I got all the poetry volumes sorted into ones to keep, and bags of books to go to the library. I've gotten a lot of poetry books because they got good reviews or because I wanted to support the poet at a reading. Some I don't even remember getting. Some I got on a good sale. One of our former school librarians moved to Maine and gave me a lot of her poetry books, which I was happy to get at the time, but most of them did not turn out to be important to me.
I was amazed and delighted to find how many I wanted to keep, but even so, I took 5 paper bags of books to the public library. I handed the first bag to the library worker, and I said, "I've mostly got poetry volumes here."
He said, "Oh, good." He was serious, and that made me happy.
I'm not sure what mood has struck me, but I also did some deep cleaning. I'm not the kind of person who moves the furniture to clean. I vacuum the pathways where we walk, and I keep the dishes clean, so the house gradually becomes grungier. And I still rarely move the furniture.
Yesterday, I moved a lot of the furniture in the bedroom. During one of my spouse's awake times, he oiled the furniture.
I think of how much of our furniture comes from a generation of women who would have moved the furniture much more regularly than I do, and would have oiled the wooden furniture at least once a month. I remind myself that those women did not work outside the home. I would have a much different home, if I didn't work for pay, and if I needed to keep a tidy house to prove my existence.
I don't usually think of cleaning as creative work, but it can have some of the satisfactions of a creative pursuit: creating something new out of what was there before, a satisfaction that comes from doing something with my own hands.
Today I'll finish putting things back, doing a load of laundry with all the old towels I used for cleaning, I'll do a quick vacuum to capture all the dirt I haven't already captured. In short, I'll get ready for the week to come.
I'm glad I'm not teaching onground this term. I would not be able to do the kind of talking in the coming week that onground teaching requires.