Housecleaning, chores, and spring maintenance errands. Ugh! Of course, I’d rather be working on Dissension but alas, I also want a clean home and everything checked up and in proper order. Being a good steward of your stuff means taking care of it, so that’s what I’m doing instead of writing this week and into next week. Of course, it’s worth it in the end. The house is nice and clean after 2 days of work, and that fresh lemon Soft Scrub smell reminds me of the accomplishment of a worthy investment of time. I still need to clean bird cages, run errands, and then deal with the plethora of spring checkups and follow ups for myself, the birds, and our home and cars. Those are on the schedule, or on the list to be done. Oh well. Things pile up like that sometimes. Even our best efforts can’t stop the inevitable collapse of the “to do” list.
I often hear retired people say they don’t know how they had time to work. Frankly, I don’t know how I have time to go to work either when the personal life is screaming for attention on every front. We manage, though. When your time is limited, all you can do is divide and conquer. Know what needs to be done, get a plan, and get it going. Then after a week or so of intense effort, you can get back to the same old things that eat up your time. Because keeping it going is also a job. Thankfully, maintenance doesn’t scream quite so loud as service, so it’s easy to muffle those bugs.
At any rate, I’ll get back to Dissension soon enough. It’s not like it’s going anywhere. It would be nice if the story would write itself while I attend to life, but yea, we know how that goes. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to miss out on the joy of writing it myself anyway, or the sense of accomplishment once I type “THE END” on this trilogy. There is joy in writing, even if my wrists sometimes wish the story could go without them sometimes. There’s joy in having the routine stuff done too, although it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about a Rosie the Robot Maid that has the house sparkling clean and supper on the table when we get home from work. Or at least a housecleaning service. What, and then miss out on the sense of satisfaction of being a good steward of my blessings? Hmm, let me think about that.
Such is life, I suppose, but I’ll take the blessing of a full life anytime. Yes, it gets busy, and sometimes it gets intense, but it’s worth it.
That’s all today. Take are, and have an excellent Holy Week.
Bye!
I often hear retired people say they don’t know how they had time to work. Frankly, I don’t know how I have time to go to work either when the personal life is screaming for attention on every front. We manage, though. When your time is limited, all you can do is divide and conquer. Know what needs to be done, get a plan, and get it going. Then after a week or so of intense effort, you can get back to the same old things that eat up your time. Because keeping it going is also a job. Thankfully, maintenance doesn’t scream quite so loud as service, so it’s easy to muffle those bugs.
At any rate, I’ll get back to Dissension soon enough. It’s not like it’s going anywhere. It would be nice if the story would write itself while I attend to life, but yea, we know how that goes. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to miss out on the joy of writing it myself anyway, or the sense of accomplishment once I type “THE END” on this trilogy. There is joy in writing, even if my wrists sometimes wish the story could go without them sometimes. There’s joy in having the routine stuff done too, although it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about a Rosie the Robot Maid that has the house sparkling clean and supper on the table when we get home from work. Or at least a housecleaning service. What, and then miss out on the sense of satisfaction of being a good steward of my blessings? Hmm, let me think about that.
Such is life, I suppose, but I’ll take the blessing of a full life anytime. Yes, it gets busy, and sometimes it gets intense, but it’s worth it.
That’s all today. Take are, and have an excellent Holy Week.
Bye!
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