Arrgh!
I think this is both a warning for my flist and a reminder list for myself. I’m not able to do what I really want to because I must get on top of some practical matters. What I want to do is write and read and write some more of course. (Beer and candlelight optional.)
So much writing to do and so little time to steal. I want to write just a plain old putterings. (‘Got a little phenology to note and some memories to store.) I want to do a couple of year-end accounting entries. I saw a lovely set of questions on my flist - an inventory of the year’s events based on a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. I also want to catalog some very practical things -- a room by room update for the next little bit list of chores and projects that I like to keep, for example.
In other lj related areas, I want to set up a private community for my husband and me (aka the life, money and sex cauldron), get back to work on keeping score and put some time in on another side project I intend to get up and running. I am driven to finish writing our financial story. I’ve been kicking around some stuff about my father. I should probably deal with some of the mothering feelings I’ve been having. It just doesn’t seem to end.
Instead of doing that which I really want to do, however, I have to spend the majority of the rest of my “vacation” dealing with the sewer fallout, finishing Gmom’s moving scraps, doing laundry, cooking a big meal I don’t want, cleaning my house, attending a family function and entertaining my son … who is inexcusably bored. (I’m only paying the price for “doing a better job” than our parents. My fault, my fault.)
I want to say -- in fact, a few moments ago I did say -- JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I want many more hours. So the plan is to come here in timed increments and to let off some steam. That’s the warning part - there may be a flurry of disjointed posts. Or I may disappear.
Freudian, that.
So much writing to do and so little time to steal. I want to write just a plain old putterings. (‘Got a little phenology to note and some memories to store.) I want to do a couple of year-end accounting entries. I saw a lovely set of questions on my flist - an inventory of the year’s events based on a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. I also want to catalog some very practical things -- a room by room update for the next little bit list of chores and projects that I like to keep, for example.
In other lj related areas, I want to set up a private community for my husband and me (aka the life, money and sex cauldron), get back to work on keeping score and put some time in on another side project I intend to get up and running. I am driven to finish writing our financial story. I’ve been kicking around some stuff about my father. I should probably deal with some of the mothering feelings I’ve been having. It just doesn’t seem to end.
Instead of doing that which I really want to do, however, I have to spend the majority of the rest of my “vacation” dealing with the sewer fallout, finishing Gmom’s moving scraps, doing laundry, cooking a big meal I don’t want, cleaning my house, attending a family function and entertaining my son … who is inexcusably bored. (I’m only paying the price for “doing a better job” than our parents. My fault, my fault.)
I want to say -- in fact, a few moments ago I did say -- JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I want many more hours. So the plan is to come here in timed increments and to let off some steam. That’s the warning part - there may be a flurry of disjointed posts. Or I may disappear.
Freudian, that.