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A sense of panic [Aug. 3rd, 2003|10:07 pm]
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Today was a good day. We slept in, then changed our plans for going to the Ren Faire since a weather report from that part of town indicated pouring rain. Instead, we visited the botanical gardens and its brand new 2-biome glasshouse, in which is housed unique envorons from Madagascar and Costa Rica. Taking in the Madagascar room first, I must admit to being a bit disappointed. Though it was true to place, it was honestly a little dull - but that's a desert under glass for you. We then transitioned into Costa Rica.

Where I could set up a comfy chair and a reading lamp and happily move in. Besides the waterfall and the lush growth, there were hundreds of butterflies fluttering about. Enchanting. Ferrett and I could have settled in for an hour, and I suspect that Kat and Eric felt the same way.

We were accompanied by two pre-teen girls, however, and Jeff's game efforts at girl-wrangling were leaving him a bit impatient with hours of ambience. We wandered through the outdoor gardens (lovely) in occasionaly sprinkles, then beat a retreat for Dave & Buster's.

Which was a visit to Dave & Buster's.

Came home, and settled in with Amy for a cuddling-up session before bed. We watched some of The Fellowship of the Ring (what a great movie), and now she's tucked in and almost asleep.

And I am looking down the barrel of a summer almost finished, a fall that will contain precisely NO time for myself or anyone else, and things still left undone from this respite from school.

The garden is lovely, and a success, but I didn't learn nearly as much about herbs as I intended. I have a pile of books I wish to have read. I never got around to meditating, much less to making it an integral part of my schedule. I didn't even get through another lesson in my Second Degree classes. So much I wanted to do, and it's all slipped away. Erin arrives back from Alaska next Friday, and then next weekend will be spent with her and with my sister, who is coming up to visit. The weekend after that will be getting the last of Erin's things from the boarding school and getting her off to Massachusetts, and the following week is our family vacation with Amy.

Then school starts, on the 27th.

I can't make it all happen. I have no hope of doing everything I want to do in time. I need to pare back, and decide which are vital, which can wait another year.

I feel spread thin.

[User Picture]From: of_little_note
2003-08-04 10:07 am (UTC)

You've got it figured out

Prioritize. You can never finish everything. (Who can?) So, pick out what's the most important for you. It's all you can do.

My wife creates this list of "Things that must be done by October." Unfortunately, there's sixteen months worth of work on the list. So, I always ask her what is the ONE thing that we must get done. And we do that. Sometimes we can't (I don't feel like painting this weekend...) and we finish number two. At least this gives us the feeling of accomplishment instead of despair.
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[User Picture]From: zoethe
2003-08-04 10:26 am (UTC)

16 months of work

It's true. Just not always easy.
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