Redefining Space
I finally succumbed. I bought a paper calendar. It now hangs on the wall in my kitchen over my weekly whiteboard. I thought the latter would be enough to help me keep up, but I was wrong. I needed an easy way to see the month at-a-glance, the big picture. The role of the phone will be to send me reminders, and record dates on the fly.
My late wife always used a paper calendar. It hung on the wall by her desk in the kitchen, the desk I now use because she’s not here and I don’t want to walk up to my old office. Maybe I’ll start doing that again when the guest rooms once again become guest rooms and I can take the bed out of the office. If nothing else it would get me using the stairs again, which would be good for the aging legs. It would certainly declutter the kitchen area.
I could also take my music back upstairs, out of the bedroom. Reclaim living space. That’s feels right as well. And again, there are those stairs. Exercise. I walk every day, but going up stairs puts another spin on it, and I’m semi-desperate to get back to hiking, the long hikes, the day hikes over miles of up and down terrain. The hikes where you see things, small things, quiet things, the sort of hike where you can stand on the side of a mountain and look out or sit beside a stream in the hills and listen to it bubble. The restorative hikes. The hikes good for the body and soul.