One Hundred

So, what to write for number one hundred? I’ve been thinking on that more and more, and I came up with quite a few ideas. Maybe photos of all the work in progress. Or maybe some anecdotes about the kids I’ve been jotting down. Maybe some deep exploration of my state of mind.

Then I find myself this Sunday afternoon with a rare little bit of quiet time to myself. V took the boys and a friend of theirs to a movie. RM is deeply alseep, getting in a good nap while the house is peaceful and no one is around to wake her. I’ve been puttering around, doing a bit of this and a bit of that. And I got the urge to do the same thing here, just putter about and let some words out. It doesn’t make for an especially coherent entry, but it does the trick.

It’s interesting, that with time to myself I can’t focus on what I want to do. In part, it’s that I know it won’t be enough time to really accomplish anything, so trying to take on a major project would be just a waste of time. After all, most movies are only about two hours, and RM could wake up at any time. I knit a few rounds on TR’s socks. I put some saved up state quarters into the quarter maps (which were decimated for gas money last fall during our broke times.) I started a load of laundry. I looked for something good on TV. I browsed a few blogs, just following links from one site to another to see where it would take me.

I wish I could nap during the day, but that is just not a skill I possess. I can barely sleep past sunrise in the mornings, something about the light kicks me in the pants and tells me there are things to be done. V can fall asleep almost any time, anywhere. It annoys me at times, but I envy it in a way as well. Sleep would do me good.

It would be nice to take a walk, but it’s about 14 degrees outside and the sidewalks in my neighborhood are more like ice skating lanes. I’d take a nice drive when RM wakes up, but we are a one car family these days. I’d call a friend, but somehow even a good friend’s voice just doesn’t fit my mood.

I’ll probably just wander the house and poke at this and that until either RM wakes up or the guys come home. Because maybe that is exactly what I do want and need to do today: a little bit of everything and a little bit of nothing. It’s a good change of pace from the constant planning and cramming and scrambling to get things done in a normal day.

So that’s it, number one hundred. Here’s to the next hundred ramblings: may they make more sense than this one!

January 28th, 2007 Posted by Tracy | The Rest of Me | 2 comments