As I sit here today, looking out of the studio windows I see so many things I need to do before the fall turns to rain & winter touches the cottage. I have been running madly about the yards this week, clipping back and preparing the plants ... Washing the outside walls of the cottage ... of the studio & tiny conservatory (glorified garden shed made of old windows) ... Looking closely at every edge to see if I need tuck a bit of chalking in or re-glaze a window pane (Yes -- several). Then I plan to paint. All of it.
In the middle of my thoughts I am distracted by the odd thing here and there ... The Scrub Jays are squawking (probably at the cat) ... The lawns need trimming ... Two new baby squirrels have come down from their nest for the first time & are running up and down the huge old pecan tree exploring a new world with total glee. Maybe not so odd really, not at my cottage. There is always something I have yet to do, & fur babies abound here in the gardens. But these two little creatures intrigue me. So late in the season for them to be so tiny, so new. I worry they will not be ready (or know how) to make nests for themselves before the weather changes hard. It is all an excuse for me to sit here & procrastinate just a little longer with my thoughts.
I blink. My thoughts go to what needs to be done inside the cottage & I almost immediately cringe. No time for that right now. I am still hunting for fragments of lost writing on Elsa's hard drive. Hidden (or lost) from me are the stories I was preparing to share ... The pictures of which I spent hours getting just so ... Now all missing. Addresses lost (Miss*Robyn PLEASE contact me -- I cannot get into your blog to leave a message!! I miss you terribly!)
So for the next several weeks things will be discombobulated for me. Not that they aren't most always ::GRIN:: but more so right now. Things will be a flurry of activity & thoughts but not in a straight line. I admit I pretty much NEVER move in a straight line anyway, but it sounds like a good thing. (That maybe it would be helpful were I able to do so?) Really it doesn't matter how things move. I just somehow must get it all done.
And I will. Get it all done.
I have been writing at night ... Rewriting really. I figured I should just pickup the pieces and start from what is left. The crash left so many things hanging. Brought to a standstill & seemingly stalled in time. The window panes ::Ahem:: remain covered with olde sheet music & I assure you that activity inside the studio walls has not completely come to a halt. Just a slight stall with bits of forward movement. Slow but steady. I have a lot on my plate at the moment & it helps [a little] to know I am not alone.
I had to smile at Sandy's post because I knew instantly what she meant. YES! Someone please find the magic portal of lost time so we can borrow just a bit of it back. It must be out there somewhere. Where is Harry Potter when you need him? ::SIGH::
Enjoying this mild sunny Saturday afternoon.
Hoping you all are too.
With love =^..^= zUzU