A day of rest finally!
On this day I can just relax
and scrub my kitchen floor, sweep my house, dust the woodwork, get the woodpile
in my basement cut up and bring more in to add to it, clean my truck out, spend time in my studio
sorting and filing, and my store room likewise. I’ll maybe even get some
laundry done and do my dishes. And I could get that chiton finished up and the
work tunic done, and the leather onto the soles of my felted wool boots.
And yes I’m looking forward
to doing it all!
Of course I’m not going to
get all of that done in one day, but I can make a decent beginning and see how
far I can get.
Tomorrow I need to sit
myself down and read through the entire set of Mamm Books to make sure they fit
together, and get the transitions put in and all the rest of it so they’re done
and ready to roll.
I don’t relish the thought
of having but two days rather than the small block of five in which to get as
much done as I can, but … well … I got the September schedule for my part time
shift-work job last night.
Rather than the every other
weekend four consecutive days I had set aside out of my life to do that part
time shift-work job, my calendar is beginning to look like a very colorful
checkerboard.
I’m running out of
highlighter colors with which to make all the changes.
Just when I think it’s safe
to plan and make arrangements for the other things that are important in my
life, the demands of this part time shift-work job throw a monkey-wrench into
the whole works and I’m scrambling trying to regain my balance.
A ten-day trip has to be
cancelled at the last minute when into that schedule suddenly appear a couple
of two-day shift requirements – smack in the middle of what was supposed to
have been available for the trip.
My family has barely seen me
and I’d been hoping to take some time to spend with them – but that requires
travel time and time to spend in between the miles.
An appearance scheduled
months before has to be canceled when my part time shift-work job schedule
shows me working a shift on that day at that time.
My mind reels trying to sort
it all out anew – and I don’t dare to even think about trying to make plans –
for anything, anything at all.
Tell me how a part time
shift-work job manages to dominate a life that’s supposed to have time in it
for my family and my own work.
Because I flat out do not
get it.
I could call in on the days I’m
not supposed to be scheduled for, but there’s the schedule right in front of
me, a fait accompli. Calling in on those days, even though I’m not SUPPOSED to
be scheduled for them, will get me fired.
Pfffft.
I’ve got things to do on
this day – things that don’t include sitting here at my keyboard pattering
about something I’m going to tend to come Tuesday.
Monday is a Holiday, you know, and the people I
need to talk to aren’t going to be around to hear my words. So Tuesday it will
have to be.
Hopefully then I can search
out yet another color to make yet more changes on my calendar.
Pink maybe – I’ve already
got purple, yellow, blue, orange, green, and red, plus blue ink and black.
And it’s off I go to tend to
what needs tending to on this day!
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