a blog a day

It's not easy.  Not when  you're doing other things.  Like multi-tasking.  ​Today I finished writing a review of John Samson's first book of poetry, LYRICS AND POEMS (2012). derived from his Indie rock group The Weakerthans, well, maybe not derived.  It seems his poetry and his lyrics have a symbiotic relationship and it depends which gets to you first, I think.  I like the words better than the music but that's just me.  What else?  I roasted some red peppers and marinated them for later use.  I finished building a soup, the last big soup before summer.  There's no room in my freezer for vats of stock and soup won't freeze outside now.  So it's gazpacho and saet supa (Icelandic sweet soup, served cold in the summer), and Turkish watermelon salad from now on - till October? Hum...oh yes, I took a long time putting in an order for office supplies (I needed a new shredder, for one thing). I don't handle those computer order forms well. so it takes me forever.  I went through a couple of hardware catalogues because I need stuff for my back forty - the balcony where I spend my time in the summer.  I'm going to try hollyhocks this year.  I'm not quite ready for a vineyard. This is not a blog, this is a stupid blow-by-blow of my non-thinking activities.  Did I mention I had a nap?   Well, some blogs are better than others.

into each day a little blog must fall

- but some days are more equal than others.  Days when I get a lot done I don't get a blog done. I'm too busy writing to write. And like everyone else I have fiddlies to attend to, like watering the plants, doing the laundry, planning meals (shopping cooking, and oh dear, coping with leftovers) all that  stuff. And trying not to hoard.  Every time I throw something out I feel virtuous; this morning was a good one, not filling land, either, but recycling. I have never considered a day well spent unless I wrote something, or at least thought something.   I suppose this compulsion to achieve each day came from my father.  It's as if I had to justify my existence.  What did  you do today?  What did you learn today? If it's what is now called same-old, same-old (like the plants, laundry, etc.)  then it's  never enough.  And yet.. You  have to take time for people. Otherwise, there's no point, is there?