All week the list from the previous post stared at me. Printed, it sat first on my desk, became buried, resurfaced, and was subsequently moved to the counter where it became buried and unburied several more times. Things have interfered. Things as in the issues of everyday life. I anticipated correctly that May and June would force my focus from my computer to my home. Instead of asking myself what can be done around the house in between writing, I look at my list and ask what writing can be done around the busyness that is May and June.
May brings the end of my husband’s school year and all the activities that see it to its close: Banquet, Senior Tea, Field Day, Class Day, Commencement Concert, Graduation, after which, we breathe. Usually, after the initial stunned silence that the departed students leave on the empty campus, we turn with relief to summer days as empty as the campus. This year the end of school brings only a week of emptiness before our pace quickens and hurdles us into June.
June arrives with Delegate Conference, our daughter’s wedding, Synod Convention, our son’s wedding ( that would be correct, two of our children getting married within 12 days of each other),and after that, the end. In the last of June my husband departs for a six week trip to Nepal and India.
Writing can be taken up again seriously in July.
Until then I have my check list. Lists are lovely things. The act of making them gives me satisfaction. I try to make the lists as long and as extensive as possible. I also try to include even minor items and break tasks down into smaller parts. Although it presents a longer list, it gives me more choices. If the empty half hour before me does not permit cleaning the entire living room, it may be plenty in which to dust, or sort through the stack of papers or vacuum. One item is completed. Check.
As I scan the list from my last post I realize that many items must be broken into smaller parts. Many items have already been accomplished and I have more additions. My task for this week, when time allows, is to revise the list.
So, while I hie myself to the sewing room and begin hemming some 30 odd table runners for my daughter’s wedding, I will contemplate my check list. Sewing affords much time to contemplate and perhaps meditating on the list will keep my muse from striking until July. Unlikely, but one can always hope.
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