Phew! That was the longest blogging hiatus I've taken in some time. Everybody with me?
Friends, I have been to the heart of Texas. And the heart of Texas, in case you're unaware, is in the home of my friend Sarah -- she of Maison Boheme -- and her family, who hosted me and my children for longer than anyone not of my bloodline should ever have to host me and my children. She did it with grace. She is my hero.
I, meanwhile, burrowed in the labyrinthine studios at the Meadows School of the Arts, flexing my voice and speech muscles among its enthusiastic population of talented students. I was busy. For one thing, there was quite a destructive tornado -- and in this case I don't mean my tantruming four-year-old. But what fun to be there, cohabitating with Sarah while covering her husband Jack's classes in his absence. She even packed my lunches for me.
Thank you, Sarah.
Fast-forward to my return, and the momentum of those packed Dallas days is more difficult to come by. There is a slew of housework to do, but I lack willpower. It's so purty outside! I just want to sit on the patio watching our lettuce grow. Somebody give me a straw hat and I won't move for days.
The only thing is: growing stuff is kind of dirty, you know? There's . . . dirt. And I have these little munchkins running around here that just won't stay away from it. Rafa cries when I take him inside, his arms and legs covered in compost. He's tracking in grimy puddles and I'm suddenly allergic to the mop. Maybe I should just strew sawdust and peanut shells on the hardwood and call it "rustic."
Or maybe it's just springtime. After a highly industrious winter, I'm resting in the aftermath. The tornado has passed, I guess, and I'm in a recuperative mood. I'm reminded of this post over on Angry Chicken, where Amy discusses keeping sort of a bizarro to-do list. Instead of writing down what she's going to get done and crossing each accomplishment off, she jots down one or two things a day that she blew off. I love it: An Undone List. Sounds like just the permission I need to let that floor get truly filthy for a few more days and watch my next salad come up.
What about you? What are you putting off?
