Cathy: Road Blocks
I went to bed last night and woke up this morning with every intention to write today.
I feel groggy and have a huge headache because we had big thunderstorm in the wee hours.
Toots is running around per usual.
The kitchen is a mess and I skipped laundry yesterday, so there’s more to do today.
Grandma, who is usually out of the house by 9am, is playing Farmville next to me, so I hear whinnies and moos and clucks along with Toots’s Sesame Street theme from the other side of the wall.
I opened both the new piece and the manuscript to work on, unsure which direction I felt gung-ho about earlier.
Then the highway that runs behind my house that has been torn up and repaved four times in the past six months is illogically being torn up again on this thunderstorm threatening Friday before Memorial Day weekend, when we all know, they won’t be back until at least Tuesday to begin to deal with the mess, and the trucks’ constant motors and grinding are hell on my headache.
Calgon, take me away!!!!
[Crossposted from musings in mayhem.]
Studio Mothers: Life & Art 
funny how the best intentions often get bulldozed by road work…whether it be actually on the road outside or in the roadways of our home. đŸ™‚
sounds like my house for sure! Trying to take an e-course with a 4 year old who no longer naps AND GETS UP EARLY and a hubby who works incredibly long hours-WHAT WAS I THINKING? BUT….we somehow find a way…because WE HAVE TO DO what we love…
sorry it took me so long to respond, yesterday i was at the dr about my torn ankle tendon i’d been ignoring and today i had a meeting in the morning then i came home and started writing! so i was focussed elsewhere.
thank you, kelly and robin, for finding some familiarity. some days are just like that, aren’t they?
Before 9AM the phone rang 6 times. It has continued all day. Guess the telemarketers have all gone home by now.
Tony is home today – no work, so the World Cup horns are echoing through the house.
The yard guy is revving up the weed eater as the grass is higher than an elephant’s trunk. More rain and we won’t find the giraffe.
I am supposed to be entering product into my web site and writing an article. Not to mention the e-mail download I could not download. Had to get help from a friend.
Three loads of wash later – a dozen or more plants watered and putting the finishing touches on a barn quilt picture to be delivered tonight, I too have accomplished nothing.
C’est la vie.
thanks for relating, ruth! some days are just like that, right?