October 2, 2010
WHAT a gorgeous day it is here in Asheville. I’ve been to the market, to a craft fair, and to the chiropractor so far today. Later on I get to do a delivery for a wedding, and then, a bit later, am going to give a talk to a group of parents and teachers at a new school – all about bees and honey and the industry of it all.
Tomorrow is The Blessing of the Animals at Jubilee, my spiritual community, and Tye is set to go. Last year she was the only animal at the early service and got blessed by everyone! Whee! Later on I’m going to play with my mentor’s bees. And then, perhaps, I’ll go for a bike ride.
On Monday it’s time to get back into the glass studio. Finally it is cool enough to approach the furnace without fear of fainting from the heat. Its glass ornament time, glass pumpkin time, holiday gift crafting time.
Last week I got completely carried away. (Who, me?) Enchanted by the cool weather, I decided to do some fall cleaning. I’m much more of a fall cleaner than a spring cleaner. I started in my kitchen, scrubbing the counter tops, which led to a thorough cleaning of everything on top of the counters: the microwave, the toaster, all the canisters, and then the stove top. The stove TOP led to the oven and that led to the floor.
I replaced the sprayer in my sink and when I was at the hardware store I also bought some weed covering cloth. After I cleaned the kitchen it was outside to the bee yard which was getting choked with crabgrass. I scraped off the mulch I’d piled on top of some old carpet padding (which was doing a lousy job of weed coverage), put down the new weed cloth, replaced the mulch and, satisfied but not yet tired, moved to my back yard.
I’d started a garden in the back last spring and it was almost completely covered with weeds. But the rains earlier in the week had softened things up and it was not at all hard to yank out the weeds by the handful. At the edge of the bed I found some poison ivy but thought surely its strength must be diminished this late in the season so I grabbed it, too, bare hands and bare arms and all.
Weeding done and, remarkably still not tired, I moved on to the woodpile. I’ve been seeing a chiropractor to help heal my back which I injured on my bike ride. She’s been doing a great job and things felt so good I decided to get out my axe to split some wood.
Not smart.
On the fourth log my back started aching and I wisely stopped, but not before some damage was done. I put the axe away, cleaned up the weeds, stored the remaining weed cloth, tidied up the yard, the kitchen, the house. Finally tired and, forgetting about the poison ivy, I lay down to watch some golf.
By the next day the poison ivy blisters were starting and by then it was too late to use the TechNu that I keep in my medicine cabinet. My back was aching and the planned bike ride got tabled.
Now, a week later and a few hundred dollars poorer, I’m on the mend. After using every over the counter concoction I know of, I finally succumbed to the prescription options and am almost over the blistered, poison ivy-covered arm. My back, after two appointments and a few hours of ice, is back to normal.
I admit all this sheepishly. I think it is time to keep the axe in the shed. Time to remember to use the TechNu or, better still, leave the poison ivy alone! Time to be a little more moderate.
Ha! We’ll see how that goes!
I’ll be in touch next week.