working on working on not working and celebrating
Written on 7 August 2003 | Posted in me | 0 Comments
Tinker, noodle, bother, fiddle, fuss, it’s all I seem to be able to do these days. A couple of weeks ago I had one of those really top-notch, high-speed, deliverance weeks at work, when I cleared off the to-do list by the time I went home on Friday and had that airy-high all weekend that comes only from a certain amount of relief. Since then, not so. The to-do list is back to the length of my forearm and every project I begin only gets tinkered/noodled/fussed with, never fully completed. This might have something to do with the stew I’ve been in over my contribution to a forthcoming library publication, my bouts of activity on this have been pissant at best and inefficacious at worst.
But I’ll be taking the weekend off because I have a birthday to celebrate. Birthdays have a way of making you think about how old gets older the older you get. Old was 30 when I was 15, but sitting comfortably on the threshold of 28, not even 70 is seeming old anymore. Celebration will take the form of drinking and feasting with friends, followed by a neighbourhood stroll and picnic in the park, followed by dinner at my folks’, followed by lunch, again in the park, but this time with family and fewer ants and grass stains and such. All over the course of 3 days. I am a lucky person.