A Whirlwind
As predicted, the last week was a mess.
I went to a doctor, a District Council meeting, took Tinkerbelle to the vet, picked Anne up at the airport, and dropped her off again at the same airport six days later. We also met with the architect and the contractor again as we plan out the kitchen remodel. There was another District meeting on the calendar, but I skipped it when I learned there wasn’t going to be anything new presented there.
Oh, and the newest community email got wrapped up and went out for review. As usual, it ate me alive at the end.
In short, all of my time simply disappeared, but that’s what I expected.
This week is slower, or at least it appears to be that way so far.
Anne is gone for more than a week visiting her mother, so Tinkerbelle and I are hanging out, doing our respective things. But I have a to-do list full of items that need addressing. One of the things on that list is cutting into a vanity to figure out what the heck is hiding in a spot in the house that no one can explain. That might be amusing, but I hope it’s actually just anticlimactic.
Plus, I need to keep moving despite some plantar fasciitis bugging my left heal. Tinkerbelle wants more walks — mostly because there will be chances to bark at other dogs — and I shouldn’t disappoint her.
There is nothing else to report. This was just one of those weeks where every minute that wasn’t actively spoken for was spent recovering from all the things that actually got done.
That is not a brag, by the way. I really am trying to give up on the concept of “busyness” being a good thing in and of itself. I’d also like to avoid it being a defining characteristic of my life — and believe me, I lived that way for decades; I am ready to slow down — but it just happened that all those things stacked up on the calendar in that way. It wasn’t deliberate planning on my part.
The good news is that I managed to live through it.
Fingers crossed that I have something more interesting to share next week, even if I haven’t been run ragged.
And now if you will excuse me, I’m gonna go walk the dog.