My Mom still lives in the house she and my Dad moved into when they got married. They moved into it right after they were finished building it. The neighborhood was still under construction.
Now, just over sixty years later, she is one of three original residents. I’m surprised there are that many.
Last week on my Sunday visit to Mom, she told me that one of the other originals had been found wandering about a mile from home. He’d gotten lost. I could totally understand why. It doesn’t look much like it used to. Neighborhoods have a life span. In the last five or ten years a lot of the shops and buildings have been torn down and replaced.
I feel for the guy. There’s more going on there than just unfamiliar buildings, but it would be so easy to sort of recognize a place and sort of not recognize it and get confused. The same thing has happened a couple of times when I’ve been driving Mom through areas she hasn’t been to in a while. Part of it was just because she was anxious to get home and part of it is just that she will never see me as an adult. I just had to bite my tongue and hang on tight to my patience.
It was nice out yesterday, so I actually went outside in the evening. The Rufous Hummingbird was doing his dive-bombing mating dance someplace. The most I saw of him was when he stopped for a drink on one of the feeders and a feather streak flashing by. He’s the smallest of the the local hummingbirds, but also the orneriest and most territorial. The Anna’s Hummingbirds sneak in for a sip at the feeders and get chased off regularly.
Lately I’ve been feeling like time isn’t just passing, it’s running away from me. And I’m wasting far too much of it while I’ve got it. The truth is, I love video games. And I spend too much time playing them. And I have so much other stuff to do. So I’m trying to cut back. I’m not a leap out of bed first thing in the morning person, so a lot of the time I sit in bed and play on my iPad for a while before getting up. It would be more productive if I got out of bed, got ready for work and maybe posted some items on Etsy instead.
This morning I did. I got out of bed instead of playing games. Got dressed, made my lunch, did a quick run around with the vacuum (love the cordless vac) and renewed a posting on Etsy. If that’s an example of what I could have been accomplishing, I feel pretty silly. Now I’ll try it when I get home from work. Most of the time I have lunch and start playing on the computer. Instead I’m going to finish my chores before I get on the computer. Then at least I’ll feel like I accomplished something.
I’m also somewhat vertically challenged and a lot of my clothes need modification before they fit. I do a lot of hemming. I should do that in the evening while watching television. There is seldom anything on television that is so important that it demands my absolute attention. I have been doing that for the past couple of weeks and have finished three hemming/repair jobs. I’ve been know to let pants sit around for months before I hem them. I’d rather not wait until they no longer fit.
I just feel like time is going by so fast and there’s so much I want to accomplish. I have to figure out how to use the time I have more efficiently. I don’t want to be obsessive about it, just use it a bit more productively.
Actually got myself outside and did some work in the front yesterday. My schedule has changed recently and I have far less time to do the things I want to do now. And feel like doing them much less. I work a “part-time” day at 6 hours and am required to take a lunch. Neither of which did I want. It’s all of the disadvantages of full time and none of the benefits. Then there’s the jewelry business, which I am NOT willing to give up.
But I’ve been really inspired lately by the succulent gardens of David Feix. His succulent landscapes are packed with beautiful contrasts of form and color and I want a garden like that right now. However, I have learned that things like that don’t happen quickly. The best way for me to achieve it to work on it a little bit every chance I get. Goodness knows that working in the garden will be better for me than sitting at my workbench.