dusty
is it wrong to hide out for one delicious weekend? since i have no kids, it's a definite possibility, but i am not immune to guilt over what i'm not doing. it'll all be there on monday, but i won't. i'm definitely realizing that the 9-5 (or more like 8-7) career lifestyle doesn't leave much time for life, but it keeps the house. ironic really, i can keep it but can't find time to upkeep it.
phone calls. interrupting phone calls. everyone's life in my way. so horrible, i know. i love my friends. it used to be the ones that were fun and exciting were the ones to be with. now, the zen ones are the ones i migrate to. calming, nurturing, olde worlde friends - like a cool drink of water on a hot summer day.
striving for beach and green and no noise at all. luckily my husband knows this and indulges my do-nothing time. he sees the signs, from mild sighs here and there to downright crying jags. and sometimes the universe provides and allows a wonderful weekend or two. i've realized just how much this downtime means. pajama weekend working on something fun and cathartic, soul-searching ones where i write, read and indulge my mind, lolling with girlfriends with no schedule or pulling forces.
back to the original thought - friends lives in my ear. i am so happy to have friends, just want to hang the do-not-disturb sign sometimes.
The first time I read your blog I sensed something comforting about it. Maybe its simplicity, or its first person approach; I couldn't put my finger on it until now. Now having read this post a couple weeks later, it hit me. In each post a quote is for the taking and is surrounded by the ordinary that gives the quote its significance. Much like watching a movie and out of two hours there is a one liner that is the title, it is the movie. A beginning, a point, and an end. Very nicely done.