For me, the acronym for this day should be TBI Friday -- Too Bad It's Friday. The world awaits the weekend. Of course it does. Leisure is such a limited commodity in this country. The weekend provides respite to an overworked nation.
Me, I pack this day with so many chores that I can barely keep my focus. It's as if I'm on the work treadmill again. And today I've squeezed in additional little humdingers. For example, I want to get my phone checked out. I no longer count steps with it, but I hate knowing that should I be so inclined, it's likely to overheat and burn itself right out of my anxious little fist.
Unfortunately, appointments for a phone check at our local Apple store begin at noon. Noon? Is that before grocery shopping noon, or after grocery shopping? Let's try for the latter. That means I have to run back and forth between the farmette and downtown Madison not once but twice today. Enough to make me dizzy.
But that's all the grumbling you'll get out of me today, because otherwise, the day is warm and lovely.
Not at sunrise. It's iffy then. Ed is sleeping soundly and so I hop out to free the cheepers and in the process, I scare some two or three dozen wild turkeys. I'm not sure wild turkeys would harm cheepers, but I do know they're scared of me. The minute they hear my footstep, they scamper and fly in every direction, as if fearing the Thanksgiving ax already.
The morning is misty and humid and I spend almost no time strolling through the yard.
(Though I do notice that the cosmos are carrying a good portion of it -- a sure sign of the last days of August, when everything else seems slightly bedraggled and worn.)
But after eating breakfast...
...and after all the chores are done, I do take a look around.
Sigh... It's as if someone pushed a button and the Fall stage set rolled into place. Sure, it's still toasty warm, but there is no question now -- it feels like we have moved into the next season. You can see it in the light. Suspended, to the side now. As if saying -- I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but it's time for me to move on.
I don't have good photos for you. That would require stepping out a little more and I am done with that for the day. The sun retreats and so do I. The breeze is light, inconsequential, the air is still. Take a deep breath. Summer is nearly over.
Me, I pack this day with so many chores that I can barely keep my focus. It's as if I'm on the work treadmill again. And today I've squeezed in additional little humdingers. For example, I want to get my phone checked out. I no longer count steps with it, but I hate knowing that should I be so inclined, it's likely to overheat and burn itself right out of my anxious little fist.
Unfortunately, appointments for a phone check at our local Apple store begin at noon. Noon? Is that before grocery shopping noon, or after grocery shopping? Let's try for the latter. That means I have to run back and forth between the farmette and downtown Madison not once but twice today. Enough to make me dizzy.
But that's all the grumbling you'll get out of me today, because otherwise, the day is warm and lovely.
Not at sunrise. It's iffy then. Ed is sleeping soundly and so I hop out to free the cheepers and in the process, I scare some two or three dozen wild turkeys. I'm not sure wild turkeys would harm cheepers, but I do know they're scared of me. The minute they hear my footstep, they scamper and fly in every direction, as if fearing the Thanksgiving ax already.
The morning is misty and humid and I spend almost no time strolling through the yard.
(Though I do notice that the cosmos are carrying a good portion of it -- a sure sign of the last days of August, when everything else seems slightly bedraggled and worn.)
But after eating breakfast...
...and after all the chores are done, I do take a look around.
Sigh... It's as if someone pushed a button and the Fall stage set rolled into place. Sure, it's still toasty warm, but there is no question now -- it feels like we have moved into the next season. You can see it in the light. Suspended, to the side now. As if saying -- I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but it's time for me to move on.
I don't have good photos for you. That would require stepping out a little more and I am done with that for the day. The sun retreats and so do I. The breeze is light, inconsequential, the air is still. Take a deep breath. Summer is nearly over.
Nina! Nobody drives you but you.
ReplyDeleteJust allow yourself to drop something off your list if you want to. Be your own editor. :)
However...you're the way you are and I'm the way I am and look which one of us has gone out and done more (law school, travel).
Yes, I enjoy my life and I live it the way I instinctively know I need to...but I certainly admire your life!
That's one reason I enjoy your blog. We have so much in common, in our likes, views and outlook, and I so enjoy you personally, but also you have the extra oomph that is...vicariously? interesting to me.
Thank you, Joy -- call it the restlessness of an immigrant who never fails to see the possibilities.
ReplyDeleteI pack stuff into a day so that on the other days I can have a blank slate. I love those times when I wake up and have no agenda! (It's new for me -- directly linked to my retirement.) Today is such a day! Thank Goodness It's No Longer Friday!
Nina, you need a little perspective... if you could see MY garden, you would think yours was positively busting out with color and blooms and beauty. Mind is truly depressing right now,and the grass needs to be mown and it's just a mess. But then no one here has been taking care of it... so it's not unexpected! Yours is fine...
ReplyDeleteYour garden is glorious! Ahhhh, cosmos - so dainty and charming. My property is woodsy for obvious reasons. I have put pot geraniums out in past years. I didn't have the energy, which doesn't make sense because I just had the lunatic day ever expending enough energy to plant acres of flowers. Last summer a baby deer climbed up the porch steps to nibble on my flowers.
ReplyDeleteI haven't worked outside the home for a long while except for a recent short-lived part time job. It's uncanny, but Friday is still Friday for me. Though I treat every day like a Saturday, I still have that surge of elation and closure to the week when Friday rolls around.