Scattered

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I feel totally scattered these days.

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I think it’s in part the result of having M home for the summer again. I’m not in the habit anymore of thinking about dinner, but it turns out that children like to eat. Quite regularly, too. K and I can kind of subsist on cheese rinds and stale bread for a day or two before we get too hungry.

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And also, because it’s summer, there’s just more to do, I’m torn between wanting to work in the garden, wanting to go for a hike, wanting to make jam, wanting to go to the movies with M, wanting to clean the house before it becomes uninhabitable. I think it is true that an extra person does increase the clutter.

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I’m also about to go away to the usual mid-summer conference. Midsummer is a terrible time for a conference — if I go anywhere, I want to go somewhere where I don’t have to work.

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After the conference, I’m supposed to go hiking with an old friend from college, and I also want to go up to Maine to see N, and my mother is angling for a visit, too.

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It’s all feeling irreconcilable. I guess the thing to do is to actually figure out how to fit it all together. Then I can stop worrying about it.

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It is very hard to be a grown up.

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Ho hum.

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8 thoughts on “Scattered

  1. Yes. All those people wanting a piece of you and your time. I wish we could live parallel lives – send one self off to do all those things while the other self stays home with a book and a glass of wine.

  2. It is very hard to be a grown up. That’s why sometimes I quit trying, and go to the movies. I saw Magic Mike with some college girls last night, and thought it was kind of funny and mostly terrible.

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