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Friday, March 06, 2015
It's an Art
It’s an Art
Life is an art-think about it.
We learn to juggle home and work lives. We learn to get the most out of our waking
and sleeping hours. We constantly use
our ability to change to either accommodate others or our ever-lengthening list
of “must dos” to help us seamlessly move from one item to the next.
It’s truly an art.
Maybe one of the more futile ones, but an art nonetheless.
This past week I had 2 major doctors’ appointments, physical
therapy, blood work, met a friend for coffee, did the shopping and errands with
Steve, ran back and forth to Adam’s house twice daily to feed the cats while
the dogs hung out with Lucky and Pepper at our house.
Naturally, I had to be home as much as possible while doing
all of this because, well, we didn’t want to leave 4 trouble-causers unattended
for more than a brief amount of time. Oh
and we had the older boys after school.
With the exception of the houseguests, this is pretty much
our norm. When someone mentions “Let’s
get together once things calm down.”
We’ve got to chuckle! After
all-things will not be calming down. So
we might as well just find a way to add whatever it is we would like to do to
the calendar and hope for the best.
After coffee with my girlfriend we realized as we were saying
our goodbyes that it would really be fun if we could plan another day
trip. Our last one was way back in
September when we took the day to drive to Tortilla Flats and do a paddleboat
cruise and enjoy our favorite Italian beef (you’ve probably guessed I had a
grilled fish sandwich) hoagies.
We agreed it would be fun to head out for the day to Sedona
and then to Jerome. Of course this
brought up the “schedule”. My friend is
working some crazy hours at her part-time job.
Her hubby isn’t working that many hours but the ones he is working seem
to be opposite of everyone else’s. Then
there’s Steve who just had his days off changed. I’m the most flexible since I accept only the
assignments I can work in between my various medical sessions and child care duties.
Little did I realize that when I tell someone I’m in the
“arts” that what I would be talking about was the art of planning and filling
out a calendar.