- Hearing the garbage trucks and realizing I haven’t put out the bins yet, before stepping into the bathtub.
- Having done the research ahead of time, I mixed up a small batch of compost to cook. My husband was always composter-in-chief until it got to be too much for him. And then I realized the date: his birthday! I believe he was with me, guiding me through the project.
- And oops, letting the day get away from me, so that I’m late posting.
Hooray for Deadlines
Anticipating change is hard work. These last weeks I’ve spent more time throwing stones at what needed to be done than actually attacking the jobs. And after that “struggle”, I would settle down with something escapist so as not to think about the work. Or else, I did something entirely different, like switching furniture around in my den, which now does feel more comfortable—except for the stack of materials waiting to be sorted and not returned to the room.
I’m about to leave home to visit my daughter and son-in-law and have arrived at the one week mark. The immovable deadline is looming, almost at hand.
And what have I done?
- Met with my house sitter.
- Continued adding to a growing list of to-dos.
- Followed my enthusiasm, which means I’ve (finally) been inspired to work really hard on revisions (which I won’t be taking with me—or is it because I have to leave it behind?).
- Made appointments for Sophie: groomer on Friday, vet visit on Saturday. That will distract her before she sees the suitcase and frenzied last minute preparations, so that when she appears on Jane’s doorstep she’ll know she’s leaving home again—for a while. Jane says she always starts looking for me a day or two before I finally show up.
Sorry Sophie. I wish you could come too.
I’ll be back blogging in a couple weeks. Y’all stay well.
Kate Harrington 