Monday, Monday

For those of you who are no longer part of the Monday-Friday working world – Monday no longer functions as the “great divide” in which you slide downhill hoping that something stops your decent before you hit Wednesday and start crawling back uphill toward the weekend.  I don’t think it matters whether you drive to a factory, retail location, office, medical or legal location or work from your own cave complete with phone and computer – that clear demarcation between “time owned by someone else” and “time over which you can exert some control” really vanishes.

Since the Pandemic has faded from daily public consciousness but not from reality the last bit of outside control has functionally fled from my life. There are still some obvious limits, many provided by activities I choose (with set dates/times) or by George’s schedule since he rarely turns down an opportunity to become involved in yet another project/organization/board… but really – I am mostly identifying the day of the week by looking at the calendar.

If I look at the calendar, I can pretty much know the current location of family members. I certainly don’t need it to predict the every 2-3 hours nagging by the cat who is completely sure that he will STARVE to death if not given a small amount of kibble or Greenie treats.

All of this comes down to an extensive use of both alarm and calendar systems on my phone. The alarms are so that I don’t miss anything on my weird medication schedule and the calendar alerts are so that I don’t blow past something that I will regret having missed.  Maybe I can blame aging brain, although I would much rather blame the current addition of oral chemo 3/4 weeks each month. In any case, I will get my morning coffee, the cat will be fed, some stitching will happen AND if everyone is very lucky – I just might do some cleaning or laundry….

end result of cat helping himself to my yogurt. Lesson learned – do not leave unsupervised bowl on desk for even a minute.

Cottage Garden Samplings – The Cottage. 18%

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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2 Responses to Monday, Monday

  1. Cat says:

    Oh dear he really does have you under his paw! That said, he does look so innocent!

  2. Holly says:

    I know, disgusting isn’t it?

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