When you're on a trip the day is more visibly divided into 3 parts: morning, afternoon and evening. My father, who was a doctor and I guess more aware of the expenditure of finite energy, used to say you could spend only 2 parts of each day doing something because you needed time to rest or catch up - assimilate, I would say - in the third part, no matter which part. Every day, away or not, I have to have time to assimilate what I've been doing and what's been going on. So - today: I'm not going to have time to assimilate. I have three events: a funeral, a farewell party for someone leaving the country for an extended period of time, and a banquet for a loosely related group of people whose ancestors came here to stay. Well. It's too much. By the end of this day I will be tired with no time to assimilate. I know, I know. Shakespeare said sleep knits up the ravelled sleeve of care but by tonight the sleeve is going to need mending. That happens a lot of days, to a lot of people. We all need more time to assimilate, not merely to ravel. What are you going to do today? Tell me about it.
Halfway between then and now
Catching up…? Hah. So I start by finding squarespace has changed during my week's absence from blogging and I can't find my way in to post a blog. Oh dear. It's not that I haven't had any ideas, too many, in fact, too many to do more than jot down a sentence. (See Leacock on jotting.) I guess that's why God invented tweeting. Do we all have 140-character minds now? I guess I could go over my last week and put down a patchwork quilt of thoughts, then lay it over the bog to create a blog. Stop that metaphor. I'll check my journal for the last week or so and see what emerges. Anon,anon.