Herself: All but the job search plus took kitchen pictures forgetting the cat lamp. Got Plunge CD’s ready to mail. Today: Swim, meeting. I’ll hit the Office of PO later. G’s family twists words and phrases like that all the time.
Reading: Those sixties and seventies home magazines.
Balance: Sitting all by myself in the quiet with nothing happening for a while last night. Simple.
Finishing small projects, small promises to oneself, is a gift. Sometimes they build up forgotten hanging out in a corner of my brain teasing my fading memory with their undoneness. I’m an expert at undonenesses.
Then again, if the state of my appointment book gives any clue to my undoneness, Wednesday is going to be interesting. “Swim” it tells me. I can do this. “Bob” it also says. Neither of us have any idea what Bob means. Bob up and down in the pool? Bob to visit? Bob to a meeting? Bob to lunch? Bob endlessly?
Bob’s your uncle. Now that’s an old one.