What's One More Day?

Please bear with me. I'm just writing. Stream of consciousness style. Out on my back porch in the sunshine on this warm November afternoon.

Just feel like writing. Poring forth. Processing out loud. There's a cricket poring forth somewhere in the viburnum. He and I, we're in a rhythm.

Cars buzz by on the road out front, maybe it's moms taking their kids to and from this and that. I used to be one of those moms. I'll be one of those moms a little later when I pick Beccah up from the train tonight when she's finished with work.

Or, maybe they're people heading home after a long day at the office, or the store, or the school. Maybe.

I had the day off today and had high hopes of being productive. I've been cleaning out my office, getting old Cards by Cath cards ready to ship off to Operation Write Home. The rest I've been unable to part with. I am having the hardest time letting it go completely. The hardest time. I'm still not sure that I will. There are an awful lot of stinkin' cute cards up there, if I may say so myself.

But, you do this little thing on the way to something else, and then I got distracted and answered a few emails and before you know it I'm on Facebook and a bunch of blogs I follow and then I worked out, cooled down, showered. Thought about how g-r-e-a-t I felt afterwards. Checked the Moxie Fab World blog comments, answered a few more work emails, started playing Sudoku (I got my fastest time on a hard puzzle ever--7 minutes and 7 seconds), and before you know it it's lunchtime and Mark, who worked from home today--a rare event--is sticking his head in the doorway asking me if I want to go to lunch.

Heck ya and off we went, trying out the new deli at Pirate O's and feeling like we were whisked back to Moulton's in Amherst, NH feeling so pleased with ourselves that we found a little bit of quaint in our own backyard.

The sun so warm we could have taken a nap, but no, I had a quick blog post to write, and he had to get back to work, and still I didn't go up into the office because I'm checking out this and that online, and looking into the profile of this high school pal I'd friended weeks and weeks ago but never took the time to make real contact with and before you know it I'm thinking some ginger peach tea would be nice on the still sunny back porch and I may as well take my laptop with and before you know it I'm here rambling on and on to you and listening to the cricket at the same time. Multi-tasking at its best, I'm tellin' you what.

And yeah, I didn't get into my office, yet, and now here comes Mark, literally, here comes Mark out the back side door with a glass of red wine in his hands, and excuse me for a moment while I push the pause button to pay attention to this unexpected bit of joy in my day...

...and really, that's just the point, isn't it? There's productive and there are the bits of joy. I've enjoyed every small ounce of this day. No regrets whatsoever.

Come to think of it, I think I'll sit a bit longer in the sun. The office has waited this long. What's one  more day?

Comments

[Becky Olsen]

That is a perfect day.

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[Vanessa Menhorn]

What`s one more day if it`s such a perfect day! (ok, now I have this song in my head) I wish our trees would look this amazing - they decided to turn their leaves brown and let them fall immediately...

[mbfo22@gmail.com]

oh cath, how lovely your thoughts and insights are. i soo enjoy reading what you write. thanks for sharing, and reminding me of how important those special joys are. hugs! marty ferraro

[Kathy W]

First off, I am loving these fall photos you are sharing here on your blog. The light on this one is stunning. This is a great post; I can so relate to starting one thing, morphing into something else, stopping everything to delight in the unexpected. Thanks for the Pirate O's tip; another place to add to my "let's go out to eat" list.