Got up early Saturday morning fully intending to hunker down and write for a few hours before I had to get ready to take my mom out for lunch and a movie for Mother’s Day Weekend. Ah, the best laid plans…. *sigh*
My fella left for work at 4:30am. My son was gone by 7am. That left me alone with Nona the Guinea Pig who, once she’s been given her morning grape, baby carrot and handful of timothy hay is very quiet when it comes to company. I fired up the computer, brought up my file for “That’s What Shadows Are Made Of” and as is my habit, reread and edited the last thing I wrote. Now, it was time to continue with the story. I had NO EXCUSES! None, zip, nada, zilch.
Well, ya know, I should probably get that load of jeans going in the washer first. I’ve been without an electric dryer for little over a month now and with it being a rainy day, knew I couldn’t dry the clothes out on the line. I’d taken down the makeshift line I’d put up in the spare room so after I got the jeans sorted out and chugging along, went about the task of putting up a new line in the back room. Even though it was raining, it was still warm enough to open the back room door for a fresh breeze to blow through a bit. That all took me 30-45 minutes. Satisfied, I warmed up my coffee again and headed back to the computer. I sat there pondering my next great paragraph then…
Oh wait, I haven’t checked Facebook yet! I should do that quick otherwise I’ll be distracted by the thought I haven’t done so. And so passes another 30-45 minutes by which time, you guessed it, the washer announces that it’s done with the jeans. Off I got to get those hung up on my new line and of course, I have to start another load while I’m up and about. Getting kinda hungry. Well, I’m up now so may as well make myself some breakfast.
And so, thirty minutes goes by while I do all that. Right! Time to sit down and get back into writing what my brain has been processing to write. I settle back into my chair, a fresh, hot cup of coffee in hand. I do manage to write about two or three pages before it’s time to hop in the shower, get dressed and spend the rest of the day with my mom.
We went to see The Great Gatsby out in Binghamton. It was a fine film but we both agreed it could have been A LOT better if they’d not ‘hip-hopped’ it up and used music that was actually from the time period. The 1920s had some awesome tunes!
By the time I returned home it was nearly 8:00pm and my mood to write has all but evaporated into thin air. There’s always tomorrow! Sunday! Mother’s Day! The day when Mom gets to do what she wants and the rest of the world be damned!! I *WILL* sit down and I *WILL* write. No one and nothing is going to distract me.
Except, there’s still the matter of laundry to do, of course. And the house is a mess. I really need to clean Nona The Guinea Pigs cage and it would be so much more relaxing if I didn’t have to look at the carpet that needed to be vacuumed weeks ago.The dining room could use a tidy and oh, I should get the pork tenderloin and veggies prepped and in the crockpot so I don’t have to think about dinner for the rest of the day. That’ll be good cuz then I can write. Wow, look at all those dishes. They can wait. Gonna write, right after I clean take care of Nona.
At about 9:30 my son emerges with my Mother’s Day card and an invitation to go out to breakfast. Mind you, I’m still slopping around in my night clothes. I finish with Nona and go hop in the shower and get dressed. At the first two stops we are greeted by packed diners. We end up going to Banana Curve Diner in Sayre, PA. Never too late for breakfast there. Arrive back home about noon. The sun is shining and there’s that little matter of working on the outside area of the back room. It will only take a little bit of time to haul out the old dog house platform and do a bit of raking. While I’m out here and the weather is holding, I may as well lay some bricks, flagstone and rocks at this back entrance, too!
Mr. Jim arrived home from work about 4:30, by which time I’ve cleaned the living room, dining room and downstairs bathroom. The aroma of crockpot goodness is starting to fill the house. Laundry is drying nicely and my back step is looking not so bad at all. I’ve accomplished a lot and feel really good about it…. but…. I never even opened the file for “Shadows” and frankly, I’m too damn tired after dinner. I don’t want to think about plots and characters and all that anymore.
Maybe next weekend.
Oh, wait. I’m supposed to be meeting with my friend Sherry then.