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So, yesterday morning I was thinking in the shower. It is my most favourite place to think, although with water restrictions I have to thinker a little faster or think a little less. I have great moments of clarity in the shower. I hate baths. My nose itches, and my hair goes weird and I get cold. If I lie down I get water in my ears and my knees stick out of the water. If there are bubbles, then all I can hear are bubbles popping. Its just awkward and not me, but, showers!
Anyway, I was thinking about what I would do when life slows down. Slows down? Its freakin’ May, and I’ve painted a bedroom but never re-arranged sleeping quarters. I’ve had to get hex and a professional gardener friend to clear some of the jungle out the front. (I finally admitted to my gardening friend that, yes, he told me so, I DID over-plant the front garden two years ago, and yes, I know, I’m gunna have to make some tough decisions about larger bushes. And OK, fountain grass is best planted in pots, or at least in less prolific quantities.)
I’m nowhere near higher levels of production on the mouspocket front and house is neither more tidy or organised. We haven’t turfed the back and within 8 months my eldest child will have started primary school.
Each week we race about with osteopath appointments, dancing classes, groceries, conference calls and housework which all entail hours of driving in usually peak hour traffic.
Then there are the added bonus activities like driving 3 kids 2 1/2 days interstate for a funeral and husbands who have to go o/s for work, and sickness and birthdays and television competitions involving makeovers with celebrity stylists.
Life is just never going to slow down is it? This is just it, there is no point in waiting for the slowness, cause it just ain’t happening. And in order to slow down, you have to buy a little pocket of it, in the form of a holiday somewhere, or you have to work out how to sabotage the household technology so none of the adults are tempted during a week off at home, to do some fiddling about or surfing.
And even if you manage to sort a pocket of slow for yourself, your back goes, or your husband gets pneumonia or the children develop some dreadful skin condition you though they had isolated to a small colony in darkest Africa.
May 5th, 2008 at 12:32 pm
It doesn’t slow down by itself, that’s for sure. We keep trying to slow it (May! Fark!) but as you say, then your back goes or sickness comes or something unplanned for happens.
An old friend once tole me he never aims for more than one thing per day. This was before kids, of course. It’s such a heady idea and so impossible now. And the trouble with holidays is you pay when you get back and there’s all the stuff you didn’t do for seven days and the new stuff.
I dunno, it’s a hard one.
June 14th, 2008 at 12:01 pm
Me too! Great minds and all. All my best thinking happens in the shower. I solve most of my technical, writing and design issues in the shower. Quiet, peaceful, warm - happy thinking time.