Dust

When Jessica came back from her walk early this morning she said that it was cold, but not bitterly so. Later when I went out, it was sunny and bright but with a definite chill. I was wrapped in my parka and with a knit cap. Passing through the park, the wind was strong, blowing crosswise to my path coming down off the McDowell Mountains. In the park the wind kicked up dust blowing away from me thankfully. 

When I got to the north end of the parking lot, I could see far down to the south, past Bell Road. I saw the brows low clouds over the rooftops of the dust blowing down from the mountains. Dust storms around here are nothign to mess around with, because of Valley Fever.

The wind was ferociously strong. I looked upwind and saw no dust hanging over the rooftops, so I figured I would be ok. I decided I could reach Bell Road before I got anywhere near the dust, which is what I did

It turned into an emotional day. I had decided to tackle to the cleaning out and reorganization of my office room, following the rearrangement.I just did to make myself a permanent podcasting studio. It wound up triggering a flood of memories to when I did such a thing before at times in my life, like when I was moving my things out of my parents house. Then I went down to the garage, which I have been tackling as well. I need to clear out space there in order to make room for things I want to move down from office. It's a complete mess right now, but it has been worse. I spent the first couple years here clearning up and getting ride of things in order to make a usable space, and I even worked out of it on my laptop during COVID in 2020, just so I could get out of the house.

For a while it was a nice space, but now it's a mess again. I had began sorting through it, in order to throw out things I no loner need. As I doing this today, the emotion of it overcame. I felt great sorrow because of he emotions that were triggered in examining old possessions, many of which must go. The sorrow was not actually of the present moment so much as I was remembering and reliving the sorrow I felt at the time.

I managed to make a decent dent in carting things to the dumpster. I know from experience, even with this garage, that it seems like an impossible task at first but if you keep persisting, order begins to take form and things get cleaned up.