Lake | Clump A Day

Clump #243: Vanquish paper dragon, yet again. Day one of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month).

Hello again … I’m back from Baking Land!

Some big things happened when I was gone from the blogosphere. First, I had a “big” birthday. To mark the occasion, I was determined to take a dip in the lake where my family and I were staying for the celebration. Yes, it was October. Oh, yes, the water was cold. My older daughter and youngest niece joined me. Here are some of the wonderful gifts from the experience:

My very wise daughter said, on the day we were to take the plunge, “Mom, it’s not going to be any warmer or more light outside than it is now.” Me: “So true. Let’s do it.”
I had a very strong image in my mind of exactly what I wanted to do: walk, walk, walk in, with no stopping, then dive from there, float on my back and kick up a big ball of splash (below), the way my mom always did, then get out. Done and done. A clear, rock-solid goal is a powerful thing.
My hot, outdoor shower afterward felt like heaven! Gotta have the cold to fully appreciate the warm.
The whole experience shook off every speck of dust and cobweb (old-lady-ness), inside and out. Invigorating!

Also, I completed a writing task that has been hanging over my head for a year. I was aided by life lesson number one, above. I told myself, “I will never have more time to do it than I have now,” as the deadline bore down on me. Later, I read said writing in front of a group, which was very big for me, given my history with public speaking. A flashback to the “presentation speech” I was required to do in junior high or high school (blocked out the year): I had made the mistake of choosing to demonstrate how to make a tissue paper flower, not realizing how much my hands would shake in front of the class. I told myself that it was loud to me, but maybe the other kids couldn’t hear the rattle of tissue paper shaking — until a class comedian piped up with, “It’s a good thing she’s not working with a knife!” Ah, memories!

Now, down to business. The clump. With all the Fall Festival baking, going away to upstate New York, and the big writing project to fret over, the paper-build-up in our house again reached danger level. My good friend came over to watch The Voice with me last Monday night, so I swooped up all the paper and dumped it in a corner of our oft-beleaguered study. If its walls could speak they would be crying, “Help, I can’t breathe!”