Today’s been one of those fold and put away days.
First, I had to find new places for the new linens, and cleaning supplies we bought, then I had to sweep the Livingroom and bathroom, dust the entertainment center, and make arrangements with the neighbor to pick something up for me.
Why is it when you ask someone to do something for you and they deliver, and while you’re paying them your money chooses that moment to slide into the wrong pocket of your purse, and you hand out the wrong amount? Why, when you spent 10 minutes organizing it so that very thing wouldn’t happen? Why?
Most annoying thing on planet. “Great!” I declared to the air, “Now she thinks I’m helpless. I mean it’s great she was able to make change. I needed that anyhow, but damn! Did I have to come off as the helpless washed up blind lady?”
Settling dejectedly into my recliner to check the afternoon’s mail I grumbled, “Wasn’t bad enough one of those younger volunteers that came from the university intern program that volunteered for Contact Concern was the one to deliver my meal. Not bad enough that she had joyously announced, “Oh! How neat! Today’s the only day I’ll be doing this and here you are!”
I know, she was being kind, and she was probably truly happy to see me, but all I could think as she walked away was, in her mind she was thinking, “WOW! Meals On Wheels? Really? I remember…”
“Idiot!” I scolded. “Shut up! Stop that! Your situation is what it is. You had clients on your reassurance list that used to volunteer. You had another that once owned her own business, and another still that lived in the very house she used to use to rent out rooms to the singles of the town. People age, they have illness, life changes. You’ve got your own business now. So what if you don’t run from morning to night. You’re as good as ever. Just different.”
“OK. That’s that. Pity party over. Time to get to some kind of work. Let’s see, how about my journal.”
Spending some time reading over what I’d written, and thinking about the Jack Ryan series I’m reading I let my mind drift back to the Blended Lives book.
That book had a great start. Draft mostly solid, but needs, what? Needs filler, color, something. What to call it? Flavor. That’s it. Flavor.
I thought about some of the vivid descriptions in the book I’d spent the day lying in the sun enjoying, and I commanded, “Muse, you’re going to start taking in some of those colorful descriptions. You’re going to take them in, mull them over, and put them into the Blended Lives book. You’re going to help me paint a picture of all that’s going in such a way that our readers will believe what they’re reading is happening right then and there. You hear me?”
Damn! Well, that’s how that goes some days. Some days you just have to have a thinking spell. You have to take all the jumbled words, phrases, and paragraphs you’ve read, work them into some kind of usable file and draw from it.
Today, was that day for me.
I keep making little notes about what I think might sound in this or that chapter, and once my computer difficulties are over, and I’m back into a normal working routine my writing routine is going to get a thorough makeover, and that’s that.”
Spring was beginning, new growth was just a few moons away, soon the harvest would be here and this year, if I worked very hard, there would be fruit from my labor.
“Mercury is direct again. No coincidences, things are straightening out and just in time.” I thought as I readied for supper.
Half a deli sandwich left over from yesterday’s Jimmy John’s and maybe a chapter or two of my book.
I’ve got some studying to do, and tomorrow I will begin reading another client’s work.
Look for book reviews coming from me in Reading With the Authors, and everyone have a fabulous rest of your day.
Until next time, this is Patty who is ready to roll up her sleaves and work, and King Campbell Retired Seeing Eye Dog A.K.A Bubba who is lying in the sun saying…
May harmony find you, blessed be.