I haven't taken advantage of the fact that not only do I not have set days at work, I don't have set hours either, so long as I get my five hours in, four days a week.
In other words, I don't have to run off to work every morning. I can't arrive earlier than ten o'clock anyway, because that's when the doors open.
But I usually aim to get there at ten––which means I often don't leave time to blog in the mornings,which is when I like to best.
So, here it is, ten a.m., and I'm going to take a few minutes to write a little bit, even though I feel like the White Rabbit--late, late.
I'm inspired by the blog I'm newly following--Shadows & Light--because I love how the blogger, Steve, jots down daily stuff--yesterday, that his dog threw up on their new carpet.
I laughed.
Daily doings don't take as much time to write about as some of the stuff I'd like to write about but don't because it takes too much time.
This morning, a show-and-tell.
It's the time of year for oranges, and everything with oranges is beautiful.
This is the table in front of the couch where I'm sitting:
Books make things beautiful too, eh?
Julia dropped by last night, with five minutes notice––not enough time to clean up.
I knew she wouldn't mind the apartment was a mess (though I'm glad I'd done the dishes–– three days' worth). In fact, when I looked at it this morning I thought, I'd be happy to be the sort of person who makes a mess like this.
And I am!
There! This post took... 15 minutes? I'll get to work at 11ish.
My main intention there is to SLOW DOWN.
Lift one or two books at a time.
There is absolutely no need for rush, and every good reason to pace myself for the long haul.
Oh--one more thing. The Orphan Reds have been calling the new girl Noodle--(I think it's from "new-doll".)
She is a pip! She has them all playing guessing games this morning.
I don't like such games myself, but they are having a ball.
In other words, I don't have to run off to work every morning. I can't arrive earlier than ten o'clock anyway, because that's when the doors open.
But I usually aim to get there at ten––which means I often don't leave time to blog in the mornings,which is when I like to best.
So, here it is, ten a.m., and I'm going to take a few minutes to write a little bit, even though I feel like the White Rabbit--late, late.
I'm inspired by the blog I'm newly following--Shadows & Light--because I love how the blogger, Steve, jots down daily stuff--yesterday, that his dog threw up on their new carpet.
I laughed.
Daily doings don't take as much time to write about as some of the stuff I'd like to write about but don't because it takes too much time.
This morning, a show-and-tell.
It's the time of year for oranges, and everything with oranges is beautiful.
This is the table in front of the couch where I'm sitting:
Books make things beautiful too, eh?
Julia dropped by last night, with five minutes notice––not enough time to clean up.
I knew she wouldn't mind the apartment was a mess (though I'm glad I'd done the dishes–– three days' worth). In fact, when I looked at it this morning I thought, I'd be happy to be the sort of person who makes a mess like this.
And I am!
There! This post took... 15 minutes? I'll get to work at 11ish.
My main intention there is to SLOW DOWN.
Lift one or two books at a time.
There is absolutely no need for rush, and every good reason to pace myself for the long haul.
Oh--one more thing. The Orphan Reds have been calling the new girl Noodle--(I think it's from "new-doll".)
She is a pip! She has them all playing guessing games this morning.
I don't like such games myself, but they are having a ball.
