Of course, as with everything in this household, building a fire is not a simple endeavor. I've often wanted folks to realize how hard I work building my fires. There was a time a few years ago when our heating system wasn't always reliable. With 3 small kids in the house, and the man 40 miles away at work, this pioneer woman had to fend for her family. Talk about keeping the homefires burning! Once in a while, on a particularly windy and frigid day, the boiler would "go out". And the kitchen fire was our only source of heat.
We never had dry kindling (still don't actually), so I'd have to build it gently and patiently with newspaper and cardboard from the recycling pile and scrounge around for some spare strips of 2x4's next to the table saw in the garage. Once it seemed hot enough, I'd throw the smallest log I could find right on top. I'd feel so proud when the flames encased the log. As I'd stand up and wipe my grubby hands, my chest would puff out and I'd bask in the glow (literally) of my accomplishment.
But after a few minutes, most of the time, the smoking and hissing would start. Because our wood never seemed to be dry enough. So I'd attempt to rekindle it from the bottom again, stuffing tightly crumpled paper underneath the grate, trying to ignite another scrap of wood. And thus it would continue. And eventually it would be roaring. I couldn't let it die out though. Then I'd be in big trouble.
Ah. Good times.
But that was then. Now, I have a fire for pleasure. And since the sky is so gray, and many of the trees have gone bare, I needed a source of brightness and color. So I started my work. It's burning pretty well now. I need to poke it once in a while. Rearrange things. I love the way it re-ignites when you do that. A fire is an amazing thing.
So I'm hunkering down at the kitchen table with my laptop and my roaring fire. I have dinner started in the slow-cooker and the whole day ahead of me. I've decided it was time to write something new and I'd have to avoid the phone and other trappings so I could focus. Plus, I have to work on my blog layout. I messed around with it last night, and I thoroughly messed it up! So here I am - hunkering down. Hunkering.
Oh my goodness. I am at a loss. I think "hunkering" means like sort of "hunching" one's shoulders into or away from something. Hold on. How 'bout I look it up.
At Thefreedictionary.com I found this:
1. To squat close to the ground; crouch. Usually used with down: hunkered down to avoid the icy wind.
2. To take shelter, settle in, or hide out. Usually used with down: hunkered down in the cabin during the blizzard.
3. To hold stubbornly to a position. Usually used with down.
OK. So I'm mentally squatting down and taking shelter from the outside world. From the rain and cold and gloom. From external interruptions. And I'm stubbornly holding this position.
It's kind of comforting, this hunkering down state. But at the same time I'm feeling so restless and nervous. Maybe I've had too much coffee. Maybe I need some excercise. Maybe it's just my inner-wiring that's telling me I'm not being productive enough. Feeling guilty and inefficient. Shouldn't I be cleaning? Or organizing? Shouldn't I have started my Christmas shopping? At least made a list? What else is nagging at me? Oh yes. Laundry. Never ending laundry.
Why do I have such a hard time relaxing? Maybe it's because I am at my place of employment. I am, after all, a full time mother. My job is to take care of the kids, the house, the finances. I check the mail, pay the bills, stock the cabinets and fridge, make sure everyone has something to wear, make sure everything is neat and clean (most of the time and with help), meet the teachers, oversee the homework and prepare most of the meals. Oh, and I gather and buy the gifts and "make" the holidays. I'm sure I'm forgetting something else, too. So, this home is my office in a way. And maybe I can't ever completely relax here.
Over the weekend, I did lots of relaxing. But none of it here. On Thanksgiving the whole family (my parents, my sister and her family and my kids and husband) took a long leisurely walk in Peconic near my folks' house. We were gone for hours and I really enjoyed the sights, the weather and the company. I was really in the moment.
Then Saturday and Sunday my husband and I had a little getaway. It was my birthday present: A day of wine-tasting followed by a night at the Jedidiah Hawkins House. What a wonderful time we had. I enjoyed the wine, the views, the Inn, the delicious food. I didn't worry or feel guilty about anything. We reconnected over breakfast at the Inn and a long walk through South Jamesport. I was truly relaxed.
So maybe that's why I'm feeling kind of tense right now. My "to do" list is floating in the air in over my desk in the kitchen, right near where I'm sitting. And although the fire is roaring and I'm hunkered down against the elements, I'm not completely within this moment.
But at least I'm aware of it! AND I composed a new post!!
Mission accomplished.