I SWEAR I’m still here. All of me. Okay, the old me and some added fat which means parts of me are new.
I have no idea what I’ve been doing with my time.
dishes, yes. hours and hours of dishes.
cleaning and laundry. a little bit of time, but it adds up. hanging up and folding and putting away clothes, even with a tiny bit of help from the kids. it all adds up. you know this.
trying to sleep for as many hours as possible after 11 pm (until 6:30 am), some tossing and turning, some restless, but about 7 a night. sometimes a few catching up in the a.m. (bliss bliss bliss if this can happen)
prepping and cooking food, yes. hours and hours.
buying food. not so much time.
farm share. yes, picking up farm share, but that doesn’t take too much time.
health, yes, managing my health. this takes a bit of time.
hiking, yes. yoga, yes. biking, a bit. These 3 add up. Hours and hours.
eating. yes. eating.
planning a trip to California, yes. This takes oodles of time.
But really, the real culprit is Facebook Scrabble. Which just crashed, right as I was posting a 30-point word. This is how I find myself blogging.
Oh, and I’m reading Anna Karenina, but I’m only on page 60-something after about a week-and-a-half, so that’s not it. All those patronyms do take extra getting used to.
learning my lines. for this show. this takes a lot of time. learning lines is hard. for me. no one else but me.
two teenage daughters. (see last item)
the cat. a little bit of time a week.
marriage. this takes time. good time, but yes time or else one finds oneself not feeling so married as one would most like.
not writing poetry. not reading poetry. not submitting poetry. so, no time.
waiting. waiting takes FOREVER.
This all makes me think of Bruegel. I am not sure why. Because I am thinking of all the photos I’ve taken of the leaves. And how busy everyone seems to be in these paintings. Busy Busy Busy. My god. All of the sinners and workers. Work is all we used to have until now. Now we have online Scrabble.
These people are at a fest-i-val of some kind or other methinks. Maybe a change of seasons is being observed. Not like today when it was almost pitch dark when we finished our hike in the woods at 6:25 p.m. and now I am in my kitchen, full of lights when I should be sleeping.
Have fun, you folks, you. And PLEASE don’t vote for the bad guys. They are SUPER bad and SUPER stinky. You know of whom I speak. You need to vote for the people who will protect the peasants the most. The peasants are you and me. And who do your think will do that? Think about it because it is not Romney.
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