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It's been a wet spring. It's been raining all week. The grass, which had really just turned from brown a couple of weeks ago, is now thick and lush. And tall, though I can't get the mower out. The ground is still squelching. Maybe soon.
Today's a busy day: stop by the gluten free bakery to pick up bread for my partner, drive across the city to pick up our (tuned up) bikes, buy all the bedding plants and supplies, go to the bookstore. Then supper with our friends, and off to our goddaughter's dance recital. Tomorrow, weather permitting, the bedding plants. This is one of those weekends that doesn't feel like it, where on Sunday evening, you look back, and wonder where your days off went.
This morning, my cantankerous old dog decided to let me sleep in, till 7:30, a small blessing. He's usually up at 6:30 now, whining just loud enough that I can hear it upstairs. And once I'm up, I'm up. I let the dogs out, made myself coffee in the moka pot, then did a bunch of composition work. I'd finished a piece last night, and this morning was sober second thought: tweaking the mix, fixing the play back, fleshing out a couple more parts. An hour or two of work. One more piece done for my current project. Probably at least two dozen to go.
We're rolling quickly towards summer. How is it almost June? My sister emailed a couple of days ago to ask if I'm still thinking of coming out this summer. It's something I need to nail down sooner rather than later. Summer's filling up, too. Who am I becoming? I never used to be like this. I used to have wide-open expanses of time, and somewhere in the last five or ten years, that's shifted. At some point we've started filling up our time more thoroughly, so I'm now trying to carve out hours on a weekend, rather than wonder what we'll do.
In some ways it's better. In others, it feels constricting. I lost a number of friends and acquaintances the last four years. I'm not young, but I'm not old, either. I've started feeling the passing of years more keenly. If I don't do something, it won't get done. If I don't finish something, no one will see it.