Used to be, that a lazy summer afternoon would last forever. I remember hanging from our old metal swingset in our backyard, the kind no one seems to have anymore, and looking for pictures in the clouds. That day lasted eons. Now, I wake up in the morning and two minutes later, it's nighttime, I've accomplished nothing, and it's three years later than I thought it was. Einstein was right: time is relative. Expanding on his theory, it is also in short supply now that it is summer. Doesn't make sense, does it? The days are longer, yet the time seems shorter.
Today, among other things, I installed box fans in the horse stalls, filled a trailer with horse manure for a neighbor, composted even more manure, took Wm to the park for a meeting with his pen pal group, went to the library and recycle center, stopped by the thrift store to dumpster dive for an adapter for a toy Wm bought yesterday (and found it, only to discover it's not the right one), cleaned the chicken coop, and made dinner. That's not all, but you catch the drift. My blog, like flowers that need water, droops.
. Hah! I won't have time to read it until at least Monday. I also got the book Organizing Plain and Simple: A Ready Reference Guide with Hundreds of Solutions to Your Everyday Clutter Challenges
from the library which I will read as soon as I remember which pile I threw it in. My daughter is telling me "do you really need to be doing this now?" which is my clue to get moving and get to work. It should be an interesting day.
