Have other bloggers noticed that if you let a few too many days go by, it can be hard to step back in? Right now, I’m procrastinating.
I should be putting my recently printed manuscript into a binder for ease of editing. Instead, I vacuumed. To finish properly, I had to pull a big jam out of the tubing using forceps. Found a bic pen lodged in there (– perhaps a symbol about getting down to business today?) Then I knocked over a Christmas cactus and had to clean that up.
I rearranged papers under the desk to make room for my soothing noise maker, because leaf blowing season is upon us again. “I must be ready!” she said.
Then there was a little candle lighting (my brother hasn’t been feeling well; D lives in Boulder — AND IS OKAY — but shops at that grocery store).
Then, because it’s lovely today, I opened a bunch of windows and got a couple of fans going and in the process kept losing the cup of coffee which any writer can tell you is an essential element of GETTING ONE’s ASS BACK IN THE CHAIR. One screen got stuck. Par for the course.
It occurs to me that if one had a practice of praying for all the victims of gunfire in this country, and their families, there’d be little time for anything else.
It also occurs to me that keeping a catalogue of the sickening and vast difference in how Black and white bodies are treated by cops could be a full time job.
On that note, I’ll leave you with yesterday’s historical tidbit (think: a trump-corrupted CDC playing down the Covid numbers).
And now, off to work!
Again and again your way with words read like a song .. you have that gift! I’m sorry your brother is not feeling well and will send some prayerful blessings his way right along with the prayers being sent to all the family and friends that for no good reason were shot dead yesterday. How is this continually happening … I just do not get it.
Thank you Tina. I appreciate your good hearted blessing.
I just announced to husband (on a conference call) without first checking that he was on mute: “If we ditched the filibuster we could have gun reform NEXT WEEK!” That’s how frustrating this is. How tragic. Not checking on mute status first.
(((Dee))) I have come round to loving procrastination as part of the process, when else would I bother with battling the dust bunnies, catching up with correspondence and visiting blogs!
Yeah when husband said I should write first and clean second, I bristled. Cleaning as a form of procrastination, in particular, sometimes feels essential.
The way people treat one another….(((sigh))) – Yet, it sounds like you’re doing what you need to, to move through. Creativity is like that, no magic formula, changes over time, maybe makes no logical sense…and so on.
But, most important…MOST IMPORTANT…I’ll be thinking of your brother. I’m sorry he’s not feeling well and lives so close to tragedy right now. Be well my friend.
Thanks Nancy. Thanks for your good thoughts. To be clear, brother is in LA, younger son, in Boulder.
Yes, I did know that, just a mis-read. I hope both are doing okay. Sending love.
Sometimes I try to convince myself that EveryThing is part of the process. Having limited computer time is making it hard to keep up & not feel overwhelmed with wanting to. (Case in point- I hope that you saw my belated appreciation for your last post.)
Sending thoughts for you and your loved ones. It seems things will never ease.
WP used to put a squiggle next to a comment if I’d replied to it. Now I have to go to a different menu and scroll around. I am a little lost without that feature, so sometimes I miss replying.
Oh, I’m not worried if you don’t reply, just hoping you know that I come by💙
It was familiar, your day.
I have felt, most of my life, that if I don’t clean, no one else will, so I put always but cleanliness before art. Then the other day, my husband cleaned the microwave and I smiled. I mean I was soooo happy! It was, honesttogod, the most disgustingly gunked up thing in the house ever, in our whole marriage. I feel like I beat him in marathon 🙂 Add, hey, That’s a cool Tarot deck. And I have begun lighting candles, just about a week ago, every night a dinner. For everyone, and for those who are dear who are sick who are gone who suffer. It is one of the Buddhist prayer things that I love – those circles of prayer from the inner most to the outermost? I stop for your brother and for your son, who are still with us by the grace of – god? angels? what are angels, really?
Microwave victory! K does dishes and laundry but everything else is up to me. Fortunately I mostly don’t mind but sometimes I forget just how much time it uses up. Like every day. And it’s not like the house is spotless either.
My husband does the dishes (but NEVER the pots and pans he doesn’t really get them clean). But I am the only one tempermentally suited to use the washing machine. I wipe the microwave out after each morning’s oatmeal (cooked in the microwave). And I spray some sort of microbacterial cleaner in before wiping. that’s about as much as I do. for housekeeping. Oh- I do clean the sink with that spray as well. COVID.
My new Covid routine is that once a week I bleach all the counter. In between? Not so much.
Yesterday, brought in some blossoming pear branches; always do this to signify spring, healing, hopefulness; this morning woke up to howling winds, snow flurries…sigh.
I come here and read about your brother and hope that he is feeling better each day. When I read about Boulder, my gut clenched and thank you for letting us know that your son is safe. Sometimes all we can do is set up blessing rituals, lighting of candles, blooming branches, words spoken with intention, asking to keep people as healthy as possible, as safe as possible, to simply come and share words from our hearts as comfort and as connection.
In terms of housework, some days it is the only form of exercise I get! I kind of dance when I vacuum and R and I take turns cooking and cleaning. I remember the first time we did laundry, R having spent time in the Navy, was so precise in how he folded his boxers, the towels, the sheets, I felt totally intimidated. As for cooking, when I first got married, R was a much better cook so it became a competition on my part to learn and experiment and although I think I am a fab cook, there are times when he goes into the kitchen and astounds me! The difference here now after 51 yrs of marriage, is that I welcome his cooking, it’s no longer a competition and I nudge him to do more so that I can curl up into my easy chair, listen to music or read…
Marti, I love this image of you dancing while you vacuum! Thank you for that. Just this week I told K that after he retires he’s gonna have to cook one night a week. He used to make a mean miso soup.
Today, I’m just breathing. Forgiving all the procrastination that did NOT involve housekeeping.
Well that was days ago and I hope you’re still breathing and forgiving.