Getting back from New York, I was ready to hit the ground running. After all, I have a whole month and a half's worth of chores, work, errands, dinners, coffee dates piled up. Friends to see, garlic to plant, writing to do…
Instead, I became house-bound almost instantly, with a cold that just won't quit. So now all I do is drink tea, do crafts and try to entertain myself. At first, I was quite bummed with the prospect of not being able to complete even the simplest of outdoor chores; cleaning the chicken coop, final weeding and covering of the garden, moving wood, but by now I've surrendered to the cold, which is quite mild and pleasant compared to the epic sinus-infections of yesteryear when we still lived in the moldy house.
After all, there's much to be pleased about.
First fires of the season.
My favorite cold cure/ comfort food:Miso with sauteed garlic, ginger, cabbage and carrots, served with seven minute eggs, brewer's yeast and hot sauce. It tastes mighty fine between echinacea tincture, oregon grape tincture and endless, nameless cups of tea.
Another beloved cold remedy is watching Ken Burns' The Civil War and Charlie got me this book, which makes for perfect "reading" for these kinds of brainless days.
I'm also loving a lot of other TV series. Usually I only watch TV and movies while I do leather work, or with Charlie, but when I'm sick I tend to binge watch shows and movies he might not be into. Lately I've enjoyed Continuum, Kim Ki Duk's Dream, Tiny-A Story Of Small Living and Top Of The Lake, which has got to be the most heartbreaking work of staggering genius ever seen on TV. Game Of Thrones, who cares? Kim Ki Duk and Jane Campion are both old favorites from film school and both have an amazing grasp of the medium and it's visual reach.
I have also completed a bunch of indoor chores, which makes me totally blissful. I've sorted sunflower seeds, dried apples with the wood stove and my new-to-me-dehydrator, started my sourdough rye back up again, made goat milk yogurt in my crockpot and sewed a very haphazard, but already beloved skirt from some fabric shipped over to me from a friend who's on top of my long list of calls to make and tea-invites to hand-out.
It's definitely medicine for my soul to just be at home, after what has been six months of madness really, planning projects and medicines and tossing around ideas in my head, which strangely feels as though it's filled with cotton wool...
I expect that the cold will clear out by tomorrow and I can resume writing something that requires more than a few sentences strung together. In the meantime, there's always rose hip tea, knitting and Don't Trust The Bitch In Apartment 23.
Got cold cures? Good shows? Movies you've recently loved? No book recs, please, that would be teasing...