I worked six days this past week in order to make up for taking a day off for #2 daughter’s recital and leaving early for her graduation. I don’t mind working on Saturday, but there are consequences. My house is a mess, there is a backlog of laundry to be done, the grocery shopping didn’t happen till 6:30 this morning — and yet, since I worked six days, I feel entitled to sit around and knit all day.
After church, I plan to do a good bit of knitting. There is no chance that I will finish the Regal Orchid Jasmine sweater in April (I would show you my progress, but 5″ of stockinette doesn’t look different enough from 3″ of stockinette), but I am quite determined to finish it in May. While I knit, I must read the April book for my real-world (wait — I think people now say “land-based,” as though they spent a lot of their time at sea) book club.
It is also getting close to the deadline for the mystery contest #2 daughter and I are collaborating on. Her part in the collaboration got derailed by the whole senior recital thing, but she has promised to get it finished today.
We have been collaborating mostly via IM.
It took me a while to get used to Instant Messaging, but now I love it. At first, I was always getting messages saying that I had too many characters, because I am accustomed to writing paragraphs. I also had trouble keeping the questions and answers in the right order. Once I got used to that, though, I came to prefer it to other forms of long-distance communication. You can get up and make tea without missing anything, for one thing. I still have a hard time talking to two people at once, though I know that my kids can hold about eight conversations simultaneously.
But what is with the emoticons? You know, the little faces you can put into your messages to show how you are reacting to your interlocutor’s message.
There is one with one eye bigger than the other and a weird lizard-like tongue action. There is one with staring eyes and tape over its mouth. Pokey and I decided that these were to show that you were concussed and kidnapped, respectively.
How often do you need to show that you are concussed or kidnapped?
And yet there is none for sarcasm. Nothing for sardonic glee. Nothing for confusion. No approximation to “well, I told you so” or “pull the other one; it’s got bells on.”
Nonetheless, I anticipate that there will be mystery-writing via IM, knitting, and reading going on today. I would like it if I could also fit in cleaning, cooking, and gardening. Sewing would also be good. And #2 son and I plan to watch King Solomon’s Mines. He has become a great fan of H. Rider Haggard. I haven’t read the book, though I feel somewhat familiar with the overall story because I have read Elizabeth Peters’s Amelia Peabody mysteries, which have cribbed quite a bit from Haggard.
The book is in my stack of unread books. I rarely have a stack of unread books. I guess this fits with my unaccustomed stash of yarn and backlog of uncompleted projects (still at Step one of the chaise longue, too…). Life is just very busy. However, since large parts of the busy-ness involve sitting (whether in a car, on the couch, or at the computer), I can hardly claim to be overworked.
If you feel overworked, I have just the song for you. Our anthem this morning is “My God is a Rock in a Weary Land.” We have been told to think of the Supremes while singing this. If you go to this page and scroll down to “Jesus is a Rock in a Weary Land,” you will be able to hear a midi file of this very lively and encouraging song. You may be comforted by the words, but if not, you will be energized by the tune and able to hop up and do that work.