Well, that didn't go quite as planned. I'll take a day or two off from the blog, I thought, and polish off this article; no biggie. Right. That was what, two or three weeks ago? And why is this? I'll tell you: I'm constitutionally incapable of doing more than one thing at a time. Walk and chew gum? Are you kidding? I'd either fall on my head or swallow the gum. But not both. That would require too much co-ordination.
Once I really focused on the compost article–as in, really focused–everything else sort of dropped away, including the blog. It's a good thing it was Christmas time, or I might have forgotten I had a family. As it is, we did all the normal things, including a tree and presents and skating and our own family traditions, which include lots of pastries on Christmas morning.
This is a hangover from the days when the kids couldn't possibly wait until after breakfast to open presents, so we'd just make a pot of coffee, warm up some home-made goodies, and start handing round the presents. This year, even the pastry list got short shrift: orange rolls, pecan rolls, and madeleines, and husband Steve made the madeleines.
After the prolonged absence, there was the perceived need to return with something particularly wise–something deep and incisive and apt and timeless and, of course, quiet and concise. This led to late nights pacing the floor, a dangerous undertaking, as the floor was covered with discarded drafts, broken pens, empty coffee cups, and as time went on, empty wine bottles as well as the occasional banana peel and apple core. The clutter barely obtruded upon my consciousness when it was merely knee-high, but plowing through it once it reached my waist became an arduous task, and at length I said, to hell with it.
Just get back in the saddle and type something. You can be wise tomorrow.
All this reminds me of that first kiss in Annie Hall when Woody Allen and Diane Keaton are walking along the street and Woody Allen says, Let's kiss now, so it's done, and the nerve-wracking anticipation can dissipate. Nothing special, nothing heavy; just a recognition of the intimacy to come, and a way to make all things possible. Wisdom can wait.
Ahh, you sound like a writer to me. ;-)
Great to see you back, and a very happy new year. (BTW, is that a bit of orange peel in your hair? Only joking…)
Its funny how we feel a need to be meaningful – is this our own need or a feeling that our ‘audience’ will stop reading if we arent serious and meaningful!! I suspect it is the second and I think we are misguided in this as our readers are just people who enjoy reading our thoughts however mundane they are!!
Glad to see you back Kate – what an entertaining post! Good to know I’m not the only one waist deep in clutter. Oh, and pass the wine bottle!
Thank you kindly, Susan.
Actually, Victoria, I think it’s lemon peel. Happy New Year to you as well.
Ah, Helen, if we truly got past the need to be meaningful, how free we’d be!
Amy–Catch, here it comes.