Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Allow mixture to Set

What does one do in a week? I mean, productive kind of things? Does "being productive" have any meaning? Why does the word "productive" come into play at all? Maybe because I am a citizen of the mid-west and around here, being productive means surviving through the next year. Canning, picking up wind fall apples, laying up firewood, putting snow tires on layaway. Artists and grasshoppers are treated with suspicion around here.

Here is my usual day. Read it and weep. Didn't I say I was kept?

I knit in the morning for two or three cups of coffee then tend to alI of the bunnies, tend to Sweetie and make up his lunch. See him off and then have a nap or at the very least, a rest on the couch. Sudoku time.

The rest of the day is mine until midnight. Sometimes I get shit done; some other times, not so much. Grocery shopping is my big trip each week. There is not usually another reason to make the Big Drive into Corydon, except maybe tax paying or evicting tenants. The barn bunnies get tended to again in the evening, between 8 and 11 pm.

If I'm still awake, I'll wait up for Sweetie. Usually, I'm drowsed out by 11.

My life wears me out.

Is it bedtime?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Have we talked about this? Remember the dark ages where women drank daytime coffee AND were admired for their tasty apple cobbler or gorgeous handspun handknit shawl or having a floor you could eat off of? The workforce is OK but I hate it that we no longer brag on Granny's prize-winning begonias.

What were we thinking?
Nibbler

Knitting Linguist said...

Excellent -- it sounds like you have your priorities straight :) I've been enjoying some days like that myself, one of the reasons why I went into a career with summers off, in spite of the lousy pay. I like my time better than the money in any case (and yes, I do realize how very lucky I am to be able to say that!) :)

zippiknits said...

I am happy to be retired from the frenzied "got to hustle" sort of life we once lived.

In other countries where trouble roars out of the alley ways, the people all long to be able to have nothing to do but take care of each other, gather necessities and prepare meals, etc. I am happy that is where life has dropped me off, with little to be productive about anymore. I'm tired, too. Enjoy your calm days. You have undoubtedly earned the Peace..