Lately I’ve had so much to say and so little time time say it – well, blog it anyway. I’m sure I fill John’s ears to the bursting point – the granddaughters get their chattiness from Lolly (and Grammy, both who made less than stellar grades in conduct in school).
Having a lot to say isn’t a bad thing, but when you want to write, need to write but don’t have time, that can create inner turmoil. And, if you’re like me, you forget half the topics you’d “written” so nicely in your head while doing other things.
Much of my busy-ness is unavoidable. Part of it is Laura-created.
Sometimes I spin in circles (metaphorically) like King, the mentally handicapped collie who lived behind my grandparents in Russellville when Cathy and I were little – when we’d tell him to go home, he’d spin in a few circles before he could get himself righted to amble on off.
I also get distracted easily or find diversions (see previous paragraph as an example). Sometimes that takes up valuable time, but other times it turns into something valuable.
Just today when I ran in to buy some new running shoes – they’re for walking, really, but running shoes are what I buy – I got into a nice long conversation with a woman about my age and her husband. She’s hoping to return to running and wanted my advice and help in picking out shoes. She actually had on sprinting shoes, as in flat-out, curled-toe racers, so I ended up explaining the difference in shoes, how they should fit, etc., etc.
We didn’t swap names and phone numbers and promise to keep in touch, but that’s happened before.
Now, back to my point. I had many things to write about this week: Books (I’ve finished my late-night dates with Bruce and moved on), movies (we’ve seen/re-seen some good ones of late), some reminiscences that seemed really important on the days I thought of them but which escape me now. But, yet again, those will have to wait.
Once again, I have pain in the shoulder – baby boy overload that I wouldn’t trade for the world – that will limit my computer time, and I’ve got important grandmothery things to cover.
And a big old thank you to offer again to my darling neighbor, 12-year-old Anneliese, who helped me Thursday when I had all five grand-bambinos solo. Crazy to think she was younger than our oldest grandchild when we were lucky enough to get her family as neighbors.
So I didn’t touch my sewing again this week. I didn’t blog as much as I wanted and intended. The house stayed dirty. But in addition to working part-time, I got my yearly checkup, helped with the grandkids and went with Mother to her doctor. John and I saw a movie with friends. Rhonda and I went to an art exhibit at Oxford American.
And we did manage to finish season 1 of “Arrested Development” last night.
I’ll do better next week. Or I won’t (though I hope I do). Life will go on.