Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The garden is producing and those vegetables don't can themselves. Jam doesn't just spontaneously appear in the cupboards. The house does not clean itself. Yarn does not dye itself. The grass doesn't mow itself. Shows do not set themselves up. The laundry doesn't do itself.
We've got jobs to go to, homework to do, co-ops to teach, meals to cook, weeds to pull, samples to make, books to read, letters to write, scarves to weave.
There are not enough hours in the day to get done everything that I need to do in day.
Unless I quit sleeping.
I don't think that's a very good option.
So, I need Plan B.
I think about Plan B every evening when I go for a walk. I go through everything on my list and try to single out those things that are dispensable.
Here's what's dispensable:
Sigh. There isn't anything dispensable. It all needs to be done. I have good reasons for everything on my list.
So, I muddle through.