Didn’t travel nor wish I had. Some work, yesterday – culling files, filling trash bags.
Rest, reading, called for . . .
Should I have worked?
What idea did I fail to capture?
Some time thinking – about a project. I figured something out that was best discovered in a tub-soak that likely wouldn’t have arrived sitting at my desk, ever.
Played golf. Cooked a meal. Entertained a guest. Tidied up. Washed dishes. I did laundry.
There is probably more fun in every day than we take time to absorb. But it seems we are too busy working hard, striving, maneuvering – negotiating pylons to taste the flavours of each passing day.
We can witness those retired folk – negotiating their way from sofa to rocking chair, watering plants, making tea, eating toast – and they likely can’t find enough time to do much else …
When we are babies we suck (literally) every last drop out of every day – then go to sleep kicking and screaming in refusal. Through childhood, going to sleep is such a struggle. Getting up is such a joy, because there is always a new one full of surprise.
Somewhere (where was that?) along our way we lost that. Sleep became welcome, waking became too short and snooze buttons became standard equipment on every alarm clock.
What did I learn this weekend?
What did I teach this weekend?
Better questions than ‘what work did I do this weekend?’
What did you teach this weekend?
What did you learn?
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 10C/51F, mostly clear, another warm day predicted; streets seemed cleaner somehow, as if they’d been swept (maybe the rain did it), Gusta sniffed in all her usual spots, routine is setting in … so we need to try other routes