A hammock, a book to reignite my writing, a chilled drink & a delicious absence of humidity
Friday, 2 July, 2010 at 9:56 PM It's Friday night. The night of the week when those half my age wouldn't think of staying in. Especially alone.
Of course, there IS a dog in the vicinity. Naturally. But she's ambivalent to my company tonight. We'll see if that changes before I finish writing this. (On my iPhone - she's got some time to make up her mind.)
In spite of the pride I take in all the work I've accomplished this week, there's a project I'm behind on. An amazing project. (My client's website is devoted to the plane he's building. His second one. See? I told you!) So in spite of the excitement I have about this design, it's just going to have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight is about relaxing. One can only look at a monitor for so many hours in a row.
Relaxing shouldn't give me guilt, should it? I swear I'm gonna learn how to manage this whole "balance" thing. One swing in this hammock chair at a time.
In the introduction of this Jimmy Buffett book I snagged from the friend whose whole house I snagged this week for this stretch of solitude - "Where is Joe Merchant?" - Buffett shares his newfound respect for the writers of the books he now reads, having completed this "novel tale" of his. He's right I know. Those who persevere are achieving feats easy to overlook. After all, people publish books every day, right? Hmph.
Yesterday, HoneyMan asked how much writing I've done since arriving in Atlanta a week ago. Ahem. I performed this fancy conversational misdirection maneuver but he wasn't distracted from the question. So tomorrow after I've basked in a solid morning filled with the challenge of designing a site equally appropriate for a log of aircraft construction AND the subsequent travel therein... I will write.
There. I said it. I will write. Tomorrow.
But not tonight. Tonight I will glory in the absence of humidity on a deck I have all to myself and lose myself in the imaginative mind weavings of a modern day "pirate"'and use his storytelling as inspiration for my own efforts tomorrow.
Why on earth would I not want to stay in on this Friday night??
PS. The elusive, darling doggy came and went. Maybe next time.
Reader Comments (3)
Me, too. Friday nights are meant to be spent at home!!! Phooey on the young folk. They know not what they do. :)
I think the real boon of a life well-lived is the freedom to enjoy whatever you want on a Friday night! I like to play in my studio on Fridays.
Love the photo and the hammock and the invitation to relax. Thanks, Melody!
Clearly I'm in great, creative company! Here's to more of these kinds of Fridays...