so many parts to a day

My father used to say that there were three parts to every day and that it was hopeless to try to use all three parts. One-third of it has to be a down time, not depressed-down but rest-down. I was too young when I first heard him say that, usually when we were on vacation, driving somewhere or stopping a day or two to sight-see or something. What he said didn’t mean anything to me. I wanted to do everything and couldn’t see any point in resting.

I still write in my diary “What Next?” But the answer to that is “A Nap.”

And right now, the answer is “Bed.”

Tomorrow is Next.

almost

Today is almost over. I didn’t make it back to you. I was exhausted and I had too much to do.

I ordered my groceries before I went away. They were coming between 9 and 10 a.m. And my cleaning person had to change his engagement with me to Thursday instead of Friday, at 9:30. I would never argue. He is the BEST cleaner I have ever had and I need him.

So I was getting help. I can anticipate your thought. Why dd I have too much to do?

Because I have to put the groceries away and I find the task very tiring. And I have to put out the new linens. Fitted sheets and duvet covers were designed for younger women. I have noticed that the oder women in my laundry rom aren’t there.I can’t handle them any more. The folding is daunting and I am no longer strong enough to pull a fitted sheet onto the mattress. So my man looks after the linens and makes the bed with a fresh, matching set that I have laid out for him. All before breakfast.

It ay not sound like much to you but both these jobs are very tiring and I started tired this morning after my trip to Stratford.

I puttered after that, plants and planning, and the New York Times until well past my usual dinner hour. Well.of course, I napped.

Tomorrow I have to do my laundry (my clothes and towels), write some letters, read some more files—oh, and swim.

Good night.