Tuesday, 7 February 2012
I've unbalanced my life. I hope it's temporary, and probably because I'm aware of it, it is.
Dave and I are going on holiday next week, our daughter Emily is testing for her somecolour belt at the dojo, our daughter Sarah has been away for 10 days and we haven't caught up yet, our son just started a new job, I took on a volunteer project that I'm totally capable of doing without a bead of sweat if I were in another timeframe and Dave has developed an addiction to online Solitaire.
Somewhere in there I'm hoping to get the fridge and the plants ready to be left alone for 3 weeks, find my last year's sandals, get my eyelashes tinted (well, you can't expect me to travel with eye make-up remover!), tone my upper arms and ensure my e-reader has lots of tasty content.
Oh yeah, check camera batteries, cut Dave's hair, return borrowed books, find industrial clippers for toenails, make soup for sick neighbour, see at least one of the plays at our regional theatre, catch up with my friends Evelyn, Mieke, Janine, Robert, and so on, make a ToDo list.
Hmmm, I've got seven days to do all that. Think I'll take a nice glass of lime cordial and read for an hour or so.