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May. 24th, 2011 12:55 pmToday is yesterday, except that the messages I was going to do yesterday appear to have grown signficantly in number. Just as well no-one wanted to meet for coffee, because I no longer have time! I have a long list of things to be crossed off and completed.
My missing objects are no longer missing. I spent two hours yesterday tidying and sorting in order to locate them. They were where I had left them, weeks and weeks ago. I still don't know why I couldn't see them, there, on the shelf, right in front of me, at eye level.
Anyhow, the direct result of the detour is that I now have a bag ready to go to Vinnie's and floor is actually visible in my library and I have located four pens and some postcards containing my sister's recipe for potato latkes (the one without onion). I don't know what to do with the latter. They may just go into the recycling, given they're old and I have already put a couple aside for memory's sake. Or I can use them in class tomorrow, as a prompt.
I know this is a week for small matters to be got out of the way, just as the week before last was the one when I caught up with a whack of work, but I miss sitting down and hammering through substantive stuff. I really do. Everything feels rather inconclusive, even when it isn't. I've signed a contract to teach punctuation and etc in Sydney in late August, for instance, and I'm over 2/3 of the way through my reading for the masterclass. Neither of these things is inconclusive or even insubstantial, but they feel ephemeral.
Tomorrow is all about teaching. This means that from Thursday I can start back in on substantive stuff. That's the aim. And, if I'm very, very good and get through all my messages, I'm allowed to sort some of the notes for Thursday tonight.
My missing objects are no longer missing. I spent two hours yesterday tidying and sorting in order to locate them. They were where I had left them, weeks and weeks ago. I still don't know why I couldn't see them, there, on the shelf, right in front of me, at eye level.
Anyhow, the direct result of the detour is that I now have a bag ready to go to Vinnie's and floor is actually visible in my library and I have located four pens and some postcards containing my sister's recipe for potato latkes (the one without onion). I don't know what to do with the latter. They may just go into the recycling, given they're old and I have already put a couple aside for memory's sake. Or I can use them in class tomorrow, as a prompt.
I know this is a week for small matters to be got out of the way, just as the week before last was the one when I caught up with a whack of work, but I miss sitting down and hammering through substantive stuff. I really do. Everything feels rather inconclusive, even when it isn't. I've signed a contract to teach punctuation and etc in Sydney in late August, for instance, and I'm over 2/3 of the way through my reading for the masterclass. Neither of these things is inconclusive or even insubstantial, but they feel ephemeral.
Tomorrow is all about teaching. This means that from Thursday I can start back in on substantive stuff. That's the aim. And, if I'm very, very good and get through all my messages, I'm allowed to sort some of the notes for Thursday tonight.