I Am This Woman

This is the time of year - early fall - when everything is scheduled on top of everything else on the weekends. Festivals, fairs, exhibits, workshops. Garage sales are in full swing, grocery stores are bursting with gorgeous local produce, pick your own pumpkin patches are crowded.

At home, I have a backlog of little projects that demand my attention, in addition to the usual routine work and class commitments. The holidays approach and I always get a bit ambitious with my plans.

But in a perfect world, I would have time for the following To-Do’s today:

make spice nut muffins

make pom-pom spiders

make a glow-in-the-dark ghost mobile (maybe with spiders)

pick our own pumpkin (and carve it!)

hit a few garage sales for some old sweaters in the ongoing old sweater project

take a load of books and magazines to sell back to Half-Price Books

sand down the play kitchen and see if it can be stained or needs painting

finish the painting started in class yesterday (and left in a horrible state of un-doneness)

sew on the patchwork quilt

finish the alphabet pocket thingey

clean my bedroom (so I can watch movies and knit)

clean out the car

Etc. Etc.

And of course, everyone knows that I might get stuck doing laundry, cleaning the cabinet of odd things in the kitchen (because it’s getting too odd in there), and schlepping the kid and dog around to the park for some of that nice fall-ish air.

But it’s ok. It’s nice to be busy like this. This kind of busy invigorates and relaxes. The hard busy stuff (articles to be written, books to be read, books to be drafted and pitched and written, contacts to make, networks to be networked)… that can all wait for Monday.