It's Tuesday again and I find myself at the virtual confessional.
It's been one mowed lawn and lots of rain since my last confession. I confess I'm fearful how high it will be by the time it is dry enough to mow.
This week I am dog sitting so it is later then normal by the time I settle in for the night. Looking after these two dogs, it is still much quieter then at home. I had expectations of getting a lot of writing done in the evenings this week but so far I've brought office work home with me every night. I confess that I'm conflicted by this. On one hand I want to walk way from the office clean and not have to think about it till the next day. At the same time, getting a bit of work done in the evening makes the next day not quite so overwhelming.
While driving an listening to NPR this week I heard a story about the two remaining (long running) soap operas coming to an end soon. I confess I felt a bit sad and I'm not a consumer of their programing. The thing is that recalling the women in my life, most if not all at one time or another were dedicated watchers. I realize this is the end of an era. Grandmothers to daughters to granddaughters passed down this practice and in many cases obsession. In a way, soap operas were sort of the social media of yester-year. You couldn't text but many people probably spent more time then they should have watching them and then everywhere women gathered they talked about the characters like real people in their lives.
I confess that I've been living on the edge these past couple of days. Sunday we had a flat and I put the donut (spare) on and have been driving with it since. That of course means I'm now driving with no spare. And another confession...the other three tires are at the end of their life as well. I've replaced all four this afternoon and I confess I will feel better driving tonight.
Lately I have been more focused while working on a manuscript. I'm starting to see threads that pull a number of poems together and this is both scary and exciting at the same time. I just hope this is not a case of the Monkey House as Kelli puts it.