Obligations

How did it happen that I have so much stuff to do and so little time to do it?

I have been working pretty steady of late, and that has been nice, but stuff has piled up at home that needs addressing. The lawn desperately needs mowing, I have a pile of lumber that needs burning, tools and some kind of debris field all over the driveway, and a house that needs cleaning. And it's nice out and I'd really like to go fishing.

I haven't had much of a day off in a while, and it would be really nice to just spend some time drowning worms in a brook. I think what I will do today is this: I will mow the lawn. I will shower off the grass clippings and such, and then we will go fishing. We'll find a nice spot that will let L sit fairly often so as not to aggravate her back too much and we will fish. There is a nice little trout stream not too far from here that I've been wanting to check out.

It's a beautiful day. It seems a sin to waste it working. So, for today, I will work briefly, then play. Happy Sunday, all.

Sundays at home

I wish I could spend this Sunday at home puttering around. I've got stuff to do here, but I've got stuff to do out there, too. And they pay better than I do. Phoo. Up at a reasonable hour without benefit of alarm clock, it was raining steadily. I had hope. Hope for quality snuggle time with my sweetie. Hope for a day puttering in my basement workshop. Hope for a low-key kind of day.

But then the clouds started to break up and then they all blew away, leaving bright blue sky and copious sunshine in their wake. Damn. This means that I will have to mow the lawn, spread fertilizer stuff, and go jack and level three more cottages. Oh dear. And no Josh. Damn. Laura's a great help, but less willing and less able to get underneath the cottages and grub around with jacks and blocks and such. That means I'll be the only one under the cottages and she'll be hand me blocks and cement things. Damn. So much for a lazy Sunday.

We did have popovers for breakfast, which was nice, and we got to watch the local chickadee, goldfinch and hummingbird populations have their breakfasts outside out window, but now the birds all seem to have retreated to their nests to produce or sit on eggs until suppertime.

Delaying and stalling has pretty much run its course and now I must get to it. Perhaps we will fish this evening as a reward for a day's honest efforts.

Sunday morning

It's a lazy kind of day. Wet and cold outside, too wet to work. I have to go see my recovery mentor later this morning, but before I do that I have some cinnamon rolls to eat with my gal. I woke up early, and accepted it. I welcomed the quiet time to get my head together before the day begins in earnest. Since I was up, I made some sweet bread and turned it into cinnamon rolls. Laura is up now, the dog is walked and we will sit down to the shared table.

As it is in our world, the table is cluttered with fish hooks, bobbers, doggie treats, laptops and recipes for other things.