COOKING UP TROUBLE
Sunday, November 29, 2020
I like change once it has happened, but I resist while it is happening – because I like the comfort of non-change …
Writing that line reminds me of that great Dorothy Parker quote, “I hate writing, I love having written.”
For instance, I didn’t work yesterday. Yes, a Saturday – no place to go, a pile of work in need of doing, and I did none.
I walked, I spoke at an online Toastmasters meeting, I cooked fantastic gumbo, I wrote this column – and then I walked some more so I could rationalize my ‘big gumbo dinner’ eating plans with the continued downward trajectory of my bathroom scale (after several months of plateau and uptick, the last week has brought me to a new low … but many miles of walking yet to go before I can celebrate).
It felt good, not working on a Saturday, but weird at the same time.
Being alone a long time has seen me push my schedule around so the week, and every day, is broken into pieces of more work and less play, but with little idle time. If there is nobody to fill that space of availability, it seems silly to keep it open in hopes some lovey damsel might knock on my door …
As for not working yesterday, it’s not a scheduling problem really – the work easily waited, it’s still here to fill my Sunday and Monday …
Lately, it seems I’m not doing less – actually, I’m accomplishing more, but maybe making a schedule sliver in my Saturday is a way of putting out the welcome mat for someone to cross the threshold.