It's still raining. And it's still suiting my mood, my demeanor, my day's activities. The soft sounds of water falling from the sky has been comforting as I process everything that needs processing. Feeling slightly cabin feverish this afternoon, I bundled up and went for a long, meandering bike ride. Got completely soaked in the process, but it was so invigorating. I didn't bring my camera in fear of it drowning, but of course I saw scenes that I wanted to snap - a little boy standing in a puddle in his driveway holding a cat almost as big as he, the pockets of fog snuggled in between the mountains, an older couple dipping their toes into the bloated river holding hands. I did venture out into my soggy yard to snap the droplets on the plants, who seem to be utterly invigorating by all this moisture.
As I mentioned, my roommate moved out and I've rearranged the house so that it's me, not us. This is a little corner of my new space - a space completely designated for creative endeavors, and all of my supplies/idea journals have their own spot in shelves. It's much more conducive to creating when I don't have to unpack everything from boxes every time I want to paint.
I've finally caught up on all the mail and bills and saved the fun mail for last. I had some stamps made, got a bunch of fun handmade grad presents from dear friends, received some fun new CDs (Black Keys! Sharon Jones! Basia Bulat!), and was given some sea glass from Israel from a blog friend.
A virtue that my mother really instilled in me is the necessity of having a full pantry. If I just have a couple green things, a sip of orange juice, and some cans in my kitchen, I start to feel anxious, disorganized. So groceries have been purchased, fun new meals planned, and ohh, the raspberries...