Day 309. True Grit

This is highly unusual.  It’s Monday night and I’m sitting here, writing tomorrow’s blog.  Don’t always write them in advance.  Of course if you’re reading this, it’sumbrellas already tomorrow.  Tuesday.  But for me, right now, it’s still tonight (last night for you, though).

Tuesday’s my day to volunteer.  I start at 8:00 a.m.  Which means if I want to write and post my blog at my usual time I have to get up very, very early.  Like 4:30 or 5:00 a.m. early.  Usually I don’t mind.  But I don’t want to do it this time.  I’m too tired.

I’ve been writing into the wee small hours lately.  Practically every night for a couple of weeks.  And by wee small hours I mean until 2:30 or even 3:00 a.m.  So I am definitely sleep deprived.  And it’s beginning to catch up with me.  Plus the weather’s really getting me down.

Making me very drowsy.  Dark and dismal and wet does not work for me.  Not at all.

We have had very few sunny days so far this summer.  And very few warm days.  I’m cold most of the time.  I’m wearing sweaters and even jackets.  And still I shiver.  The minute I wake up I have to close my windows and get back into bed for fifteen minutes, to warm up, before I take a shower.

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Day 136. ‘Tis Time

I did it for years.  At some point around this time of year, I’d think back over the past eleven months.  Shake my head, ‘tsk tsking’ at all the things I’d wanted to do, goals
but didn’t.  I’d pat myself on the back for whatever I had managed to get done.  Being the kind-hearted person I am, I’d forgive myself for my transgressions.  Then I’d revel in all my ‘triumphs’.

You know what comes next, don’t ya?  I’d start making ‘the list’.  The new list.  Next year’s.

The list.  You know.  “This year I’m going to lose twenty pounds.  This year I’ll stop smoking.  This year I’ll clean out the garage.  This year I’ll be a better friend.  This year I’ll leave that lying, cheating s.o.b.  This year I’ll finally learn to speak Italian.  This year I’ll get a better job.  This year we’ll finish the basement.  This year I’ll save some money. This year I’ll finally take that vacation.”

We’ve all done it.  We’ve all made those lists.

But.  How many of us can honestly cross each ‘promise’ off our lists?  Done.  Tick.  Done.  Tick.  Done.  Tick.  Done.  Tick.

Not me.  You?  You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.  Hell, you don’t even have to admit it to yourself.  All Continue reading