Tuesday, August 27th, 2013
Oh, my! It’s that time against, isn’t it?
Sometimes I wake up early. Here I am anxiously waiting as the water boiled for my first cup of coffee. Because Monday was a bank holiday, the start to my week was a little off-kilter. When my 7:00 AM alarm went off I thought, “Dear me. Tuesday? Camera time!” Et voila.
Weekly plant inventory: My cilantro is growing beautifully, my basil (which is a store-bought transplant) is pulling through the shock of its new soil, but whatever I planted on the far left (mint, I think?) is being a very poor sport. Such a poor sport, in fact, that I gave up and threw them away later in the day. Also, my window need cleaning. Filthy!
I started reading Stoner on Monday and I’m just over halfway through. David read it before me and recommended it, so I was skeptical of how good it would be. It’s a perfectly mundane but totally captivating novel. And very well written. Suffice to say I’m loving it.
As per usual, I postponed my arrival to the office until I had a sufficient amount of caffein to ensure I wouldn’t snap at anyone. Again, because this Tuesday felt especially like a Monday, I was really out of my element. My to-do list weighed on me like a crushing burden and I maintained the dreamy lethargy of a long weekend all day long. Not a particularly good combination, though the light on the floor in the office was quite pretty.
My colleague, Martin, has coat hangers at work but never hangs anything from them. It got me thinking about all the strange things that we have at our desks but never use. All the stuff in our lives that we have but never use. Life does have a way of accumulating around us, doesn’t it.
Along with the accumulation of stuff, this lack of time has been a theme in my life lately, too. Time! There is never enough. Never enough time to sit quietly, to get work done, to seek inspiration or find the time to exercise the body. Time, it is scant. It is precious. It is evasive. I would pay good money to have more.
On Monday, I had the great opportunity to spend the day with a fantastic woman and artist who I knew in Boston and is right now visiting London. Together, we chatted about art and the act of making. We walked through the city, shared a beautiful meal, and shared a bit of ourselves with each other, too. Spending time with her was so inspirational and it reinforced, too, how I want to move forward with my career and the things I’m doing. I want to focus on more creative endeavours as I move forward. I would like to spend less time at a my keyboard.
Three o’clock is wasp hour in the office. I don’t mind wasps or bees, but this one was particularly loud as it buzzed through our space. I tried to shoo it out the window but it just wasn’t interested. Poor thing.
On days when I’m tired or have a lot to accomplish, I find myself more and more often dressing to match my Minnetonka Moccasins. It’s kind of sad, actually, as they don’t especially fit my out-of-house wardrobe, but they’re just so dang comfortable and sometimes I just can’t help wearing them to work (or elsewhere). Guess I’m just a Minnesotan girl deep down, after all…
And then the clock struck eight and I realised I was late to the Tunbridge Wells Writers gathering. I passed this glorious lavender patch as I made my way into town and the world glowed blue around me. Lovely!
My wonderful friend Sam (remember Sam from here & here?) is putting on a local film festival called the Electric Lantern Festival the first week of September. I, unfortunately, will be in America for the duration of the festival, so please be sure to attend in my stead and then tell me all about it! Or maybe even Skype me in for a few of the screenings… That would be fun, right!
Speaking of Sam, for all the latest on the festival, follow ELF on Twitter. There will literally be so. much. to. see. Though I can’t promise all of it will be as great as Sam’s profile…
After much joyous laughter, I made my way home and to bed with high hopes of rising again early to complete this post in the soft morning light. I’m sorry to say, dear reader, that my plan did not work out as I thought it would and I apologise for posting this so late.
Please forgive me. xx