Week Forty-Five: Catching Up

This week I’ve been experiencing “that awkward moment when you realize that all those times you just wanted to relax, you should have been doing something productive.” Set on “continuous.”

I have a library of hundreds of books and no time to read them.

These are really my books.

These are really my books.

I have a dining room table — or so I’ve heard — buried under clean, folded clothes that somebody should really help me put away.

It looks like this again.

It looks like this again. (Minus the bike.)

I have stacks of DVD sets of television shows and movies that I dearly want to watch (cf. “no time,” above).

Stock photography.

Stock photography.

I have ideas for fascinating projects that I don’t know how to complete.


I have knitting that isn’t knitting itself.

Like this project.

Like this project.

I have a lot of things I need to get rid of, and I’m clinging to them foolishly.


A human being only has a short life and a limited amount of time. How do you choose how to allocate your time?

Time, time, time, see what's become of me while I looked around for my possibilities....

Time, time, time, see what’s become of me while I looked around for my possibilities….

When my children are here, I spend time with them. Because I’m their guide to life, and they need that now.

When they’re not here, I try to go out and experience something new. Because I could stay home and put clean, folded clothes into dresser drawers, or I could expand my mind.


This is all well and good, but what did I do yesterday? I bought two books at the thrift store. One was about pies. I’d like to make some pies. The other was a 43-year-old book that professed to tell everything there was to tell about how to knit. When I’ve had my laugh at a 1970 knitting book, I’ll pass it on.

What did I do today? Checked out a New book from the library, which means I only have two weeks to read it. Baked some special bread for a friend.

What will I do tomorrow? Drive the kidlets around, work a bunch, knit a little.

It’s not catching up at all. It won’t make a dent in the pile on the dining room table, or file the paperwork for me, or reorganize the kitchen cabinets, or clean up the boys’ room.

So what?

I do what I’m able to keep myself sane.
If it’s not your life, you can’t complain.

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