36: slowin' it down
originally posted Thu., May 11, 2006 ; 11:19 p.m. EDT
somehow, in the middle of one of the rare nights i went to bed before 3 a.m., some lil sneaky gremlin came in and pumped up the volume of my life.
i thought it was a good thing that i'd finally started keeping "decent hours", going to bed at midnight or 1 a.m., like the rest of you good people. but it backfried on me. (yes, i meant to say backfried cuz that's what happened! i feel like i'm on the hotseat and my backside cain't get no blacker cuz it's charred to the bone.)
i've got a dozen projects going, all stuck in between "i'm gonna get back to it" and "i done did it". one of them is this library jones i've got going on.
for the past several months i've been going to the library like a page-turnin' maniac, averaging at least two visits a week. it's an addiction i blame on the internet (which i'm also addicted to). i found out i can reserve library materials online in this town and pick them up at my convenience. for me, it was was like learning to mainline.
it started out slowly. about every other day, i would reserve some nice little tidbit i'd always wanted to try. then i remembered the list.
the list is just a bunch of reading materials i'd been wanting but hadn't gotten around to buying yet. it's years old and pre-dates my chilren and wadn't actually a real list cuz the stuff wadn't wrote down or nothin' like that. it was mostly tear-outs that i stuck in a folder labeled "reading".
i don't have a lot of money to spend but books (like music) are my passion. i always say i'm not buying another one cuz i don't have one iota of space for another volume. but they're like poppies. when i see them, i get all excited and can't resist reading the titles. if i'm out with family members, i tell them i'm just looking and not buying anything. then i glance furtively from spine to spine, anxious to see a name i've been coveting. if i do, i will fight my companion to the death to defend why i need to take home another book (or stack of books).
if i'm alone, i say to myself "i'll just look at a few, just a peek. i won't see anything i want." then my hands get itchy and i giggle nervously under my breath, ecstatic to be let loose amongst the words...
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
y'all see how this has detoured into a long sidebar right? i was 'sposed to be talkin' bout the overwhelmingness of being me these days!
any way...
the library has got me in over my head. i have about 30 of their items in here. some are baby bliss's but at least 20 are mine. i'm good for reading 3 or 4 books simultaneously but this time i've truly bitten off a chunk that's choking me.
a handful of the items are videos and CDs so i'm not dead yet. the graveside banana peel is the due dates. i should log on to see when stuff is due but DotGammit! i don't feel like it.
this week has been stupid busy. (which i knew it would be, but the All-mightee Goddess threw me a knitting needle. what a wicked, wicked thing to do. she knows i'm a crochet-er!)
the week kicks into third gear tomorrow at mid-day, as we welcome out-of-town guests in for a weekend-long family celebration. the day will zoom into stratospheric frenzy around noon as we get ready for the evening's festivities. saturday won't be any different but i'm hoping my daughter will sleep over with other family members so i can at least get some deep REM going.
my conclusion: this all means one of two things; maybe more; i'm not sure.
a. i should never, ever again go to bed before my regularly scheduled time
or
b. i should take all the fiddle-widdle crap back to the library and start over some other time.
i have to make the decision before i get up tomorrow morning. (this is a direct appeal to YOU great Goddess, to send me the answer in my dreams, as you often do.)
in other words, "i need a siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiign!"
ok y'all, i gotta get back to basket-making.
did i forget to mention that i learned to do it a few weeks ago?
it's very soothing.
.
somehow, in the middle of one of the rare nights i went to bed before 3 a.m., some lil sneaky gremlin came in and pumped up the volume of my life.
i thought it was a good thing that i'd finally started keeping "decent hours", going to bed at midnight or 1 a.m., like the rest of you good people. but it backfried on me. (yes, i meant to say backfried cuz that's what happened! i feel like i'm on the hotseat and my backside cain't get no blacker cuz it's charred to the bone.)
i've got a dozen projects going, all stuck in between "i'm gonna get back to it" and "i done did it". one of them is this library jones i've got going on.
for the past several months i've been going to the library like a page-turnin' maniac, averaging at least two visits a week. it's an addiction i blame on the internet (which i'm also addicted to). i found out i can reserve library materials online in this town and pick them up at my convenience. for me, it was was like learning to mainline.
it started out slowly. about every other day, i would reserve some nice little tidbit i'd always wanted to try. then i remembered the list.
the list is just a bunch of reading materials i'd been wanting but hadn't gotten around to buying yet. it's years old and pre-dates my chilren and wadn't actually a real list cuz the stuff wadn't wrote down or nothin' like that. it was mostly tear-outs that i stuck in a folder labeled "reading".
i don't have a lot of money to spend but books (like music) are my passion. i always say i'm not buying another one cuz i don't have one iota of space for another volume. but they're like poppies. when i see them, i get all excited and can't resist reading the titles. if i'm out with family members, i tell them i'm just looking and not buying anything. then i glance furtively from spine to spine, anxious to see a name i've been coveting. if i do, i will fight my companion to the death to defend why i need to take home another book (or stack of books).
if i'm alone, i say to myself "i'll just look at a few, just a peek. i won't see anything i want." then my hands get itchy and i giggle nervously under my breath, ecstatic to be let loose amongst the words...
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
y'all see how this has detoured into a long sidebar right? i was 'sposed to be talkin' bout the overwhelmingness of being me these days!
any way...
the library has got me in over my head. i have about 30 of their items in here. some are baby bliss's but at least 20 are mine. i'm good for reading 3 or 4 books simultaneously but this time i've truly bitten off a chunk that's choking me.
a handful of the items are videos and CDs so i'm not dead yet. the graveside banana peel is the due dates. i should log on to see when stuff is due but DotGammit! i don't feel like it.
this week has been stupid busy. (which i knew it would be, but the All-mightee Goddess threw me a knitting needle. what a wicked, wicked thing to do. she knows i'm a crochet-er!)
the week kicks into third gear tomorrow at mid-day, as we welcome out-of-town guests in for a weekend-long family celebration. the day will zoom into stratospheric frenzy around noon as we get ready for the evening's festivities. saturday won't be any different but i'm hoping my daughter will sleep over with other family members so i can at least get some deep REM going.
my conclusion: this all means one of two things; maybe more; i'm not sure.
a. i should never, ever again go to bed before my regularly scheduled time
or
b. i should take all the fiddle-widdle crap back to the library and start over some other time.
i have to make the decision before i get up tomorrow morning. (this is a direct appeal to YOU great Goddess, to send me the answer in my dreams, as you often do.)
in other words, "i need a siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiign!"
ok y'all, i gotta get back to basket-making.
did i forget to mention that i learned to do it a few weeks ago?
it's very soothing.
.
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