It's well-covered territory in this blog that on occasion, friends ask me to house-sit for them. It has to do with what sis self-amusedly refers to as my being "less encumbered" than most of the people we know. And so it is again that I find myself in someone else's home for a few days.
Since driving the mere 22 miles yesterday afternoon, I've seen not a single person. But that deer that came out of the woods when I went out to feed Aspen The Kitty was pretty inquisitive. I understand that I shouldn't be surprised if I see more of them. Deer, not kitties.
Sitting here in a cozy living room, a brightly-embroidered quilt draped over my legs, somebody else's music serenading me from speakers resting on a mantle amidst photos of children and hand-thrown pottery, I have a computer in my lap. Where I have access to seemingly everything including:
- all manner of commentary about our country's presidential race,
- raves about the latest-and-greatest technological advances,
- emails from clients and friends alike,
- a growing list of Must Do tasks at Remember the Milk,
- snippets from 74 people answering the question "what are you doing?" in 140 characters or less,
- and so, so much more.
Because The List Of Things I Must Do seems to grow every time I look at it, as if the tasks are breeding behind my back.
But maybe I will. And if I do, I'll tell you about it. Otherwise, I'll placate the taunting voices in my head that tell me I'm squandering this gift of solitude, by only "taking a turn about the yard" every now and then.
Just writing this embarrasses me. I wonder if the underlying reason for posting this publicly is so I'll shame myself into taking advantage of my surroundings? Hard to say. I guess we'll have to see. Although it's not a good policy, encouraging public shame. Do what you do. Don't do what you don't do. Right?
Meanwhile, I won't shame myself by admitting to just how few of those tasks have actually been checked off so far today...