Scattered musings

Let’s get back to our regularly scheduled program, shall we?  I’m not quite caught up but I’m getting there.

I’m trying this little thing where I stay focused on one task and don’t allow myself to be distracted.  My problem is I feel like I have so many pressing things to get done and I feel they all need to be checked off my list NOW.  So I start one thing, get distracted start on another, check my email, look at a link, make myself a cup of tea, decide to dust the tops of the door jambs while I’m in the kitchen – and I feel like I’m not really accomplishing anything.  And I feel like I’m spending umpteen hours working when in reality – if you took a stop watch to me, I’m probably just putting in a normal eight hour day only I prolong it with little bitty distractions. 

You’ve probably seen the commercial for a sleep aid that shows some poor woman, laying in bed at night, unable to sleep because her mind is churning with all the things she needs to get done (like that isn’t 98% of us…).  Well I’m like that during the day.  So onto my little plan.  I actually set a timer for 30 minutes to accomplish a chore (okay tax gathering activities) where I had to give it my undivided attention.  And it worked!  In 20 minutes! 

I seriously sound scattered.  It’s amazing I manage to get dressed in the morning.  Oh wait.  That doesn’t always happen. 

Let’s move on to the picture portion of today’s post.  I actually spent some quality time out in the garden on Sunday.  My Sundays are normally spent doing laundry and gathering up things to take down to my Dad’s  But this Sunday I stayed home.  Rick is out of town this week and someone needs to feed the goats. 

So I stayed and got the weeding finished.  Admittedly I had Rick take the weed whacker to the last bed but they be gone and that’s all that matters.  I also have a sneaking suspicion that the pretty pink flowers Belle is lazing about in are actually weeds but hey, the color works.

The azaleas are all going nuts.  I know I complain that’s all I can grow here are azaleas but man are they ever pretty right now.  Glowy, gorgeous pinks.  This picture is actually a rescue.  Rick was at a client’s house and admired their beautifully landscaped yard and the owner said – "oh I’m tearing it all out and doing something low maintenance."  What is lower maintenance than azaleas, pray tell?  Anyway he told Rick when he was ready he would call him and Rick could come dig up whatever he wanted.  About a year later the guy actually called and we went there and dug up 50 year old azaleas and transplanted them into our yard. 

I love it when the yard is all tidy.  And for some reason I don’t get all distracted when I’m out there.  I stay on task.

I must say this alone business is weird.  I’m really all   a   l   o   n   e  and usually I’m NEVER alone.  I can’t remember the last time I was alone.  Someone is always around – either here or down at my Dad’s.  Very unsettling.  And something skittery and leggy feeling just fell off the ceiling and landed on my face and I had to rip my sweatshirt off and leap about in a most undignified manner.  I suppose there’s a bit of a silver lining.  If you are going to be totally undignified it’s probably best not to have an audience.

Look!  The first rose of the season. 

Oh!  And if you haven’t already – go to the last post and leave a comment ~ Friday will be here before we know it!