Started out with taking my morning pills -- realized I had already taken them for Thursday -- and the evening pills for Tuesday were still present in the case. Sooo I must have taken the morning pills Tuesday evening instead of the evening pills -- or something. That did mean for the first hour of the day, I was constantly checking to be sure that today was Thursday. Lee helped when he called to say that our previously arranged meeting to get a backup system for my computer was going to have to be postponed. His AC decided to quit -- thought it was something simple (which it turned out to be, thank goodness!!)
Got the morning routine accomplished and then tried to get the day started by picking up the bucket full of grapefruit that had fallen off the tree. Lee called in the middle of that project.
The rest of the day went downhill from there. I was just kind of droopy and looked for reasons to just sit.
George did call -- we talked of any news I got yesterday at the TOSC, how his and Diane's health is doing, some recipes we are trying. He wanted to go to lunch tomorrow, but I can't make it. We will get together when the TOSC team meets (and I have to get a reminder email out to the crew.)
I'm just flat out having trouble getting a rhythm going -- for a day, for a week and I haven't even paid much attention to any kind of monthly rhythm. It just seems that I look at a project -- particularly one that I've set the needed parts out for -- and then don't get anything taken care of. The dining room table has stuff that needs filing and checking -- that's where I open mail. The table in Margaret's office has correspondence I need to respond to. The harvest table by my office still has the shoes I need to box up and ship to Marcia. The breakfast table has the Safe Driver material on it -- waiting for me to finish the conversion of the 8-hour manual. And then there is the Couples Club coming next week -- arrangements are made for both Jarrod and Christian to help me out with the preparation -- Jarrod is going to help with the serving -- and Nancy is on deck for Monday to ensure that the house is clean.
At least I know where they all are, and what they are. It is almost as if I am waiting for some kind of deadline to fall on one of the pending projects to motivate me to get it done. We have, in the past, taken on projects and then depend on the priority list to indicate which project needed to be done. Of all the pending projects, none but the Couples Club has a deadline.
I guess the reality is that I have not yet developed the internal push, and am waiting for something external to get me going. Maybe that's why Margaret has bubbled up so frequently these past few days. And maybe when she wasn't here I have just given up and justified my inaction with a "why bother". Maybe I could start answering the question.
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