Random photos for a random day. Pretty though. I don't own those wine glasses but probably should, I do live an easy walk away from that particular piece of ocean, and I did eat all those slices of nectarine. They were very nice.
I'm not good at this housewife thing, I never have been. Loathing and resentment sum up my feelings. Today I fired myself, and I feel much better. I'll rehire myself, but only for specific jobs within specific hours: as cook for a couple of hours a day, cleaner for another couple, chauffer a further one or two. The gardener can work on weekends maybe, but I'll leave it to the personal assistant to sort the details. Outside of that, I'm free to organise my time and energy in the same way any working mother is free to organise her time and energy. Which means hardly at all. Still. The psychological distance it puts between who I am and what I do helps.
Here's an excellent thought for the day, from the pen of Karen Maezen Miller: life is laundry.
