Every now and then I have a little bit of free time that is utterly wasted because I am unable to decide what to during it. Right now is one of those times. I had an emotional day at work (not a crying one, thankfully), and want to pour my heart out in singing, or writing, or in a walk, or vegging in front of a show, or knitting. But I can’t decide. Part of me wants tears to come so I can just get some of the restlessness out…but that’s not so easily done.
I think I know what I need to do, but being unspecific yet rambling on about it here will not help the situation.
What do you do when you can’t decide what to do with your time?
I probably shouldn’t get too excited just now, but I filled out the long form with the schedule A for itemized deductions on my state return, and it was a beautiful revelation of a much lower still-owe number than this weekend’s work produced. I intend to double check it (and show it to the tax-pro in my life), but I am much relieved. To quote a smart guy, “Organization can save you a lot in the end.” True that.
I made fish and chips for dinner. Except the breading burned to the bottom of the pan on the second side of the fish (sad face). And it was really bland. I used cod…and tried to improvise “beer batter” by dipping the fillets in guiness before putting the crumbs on. It was not successful in my mind because it was so bland. I might look into that more for next time.
Also, last night was our honor choir concert. It went very well–the rehearsals get a little long (and the kids a little wound up), but a great time was had by all. I was really surprised to hear from so many adults about it today. That was rewarding. I also was given a flower by one of the participants and her family. That was pretty sweet–if kindergarten hadn’t been in the room, I might have welled up. Instead I kind of gaped like a fish and thought of the first words of gratitude that I could come up with. It’s a lovely sunflower-impersonating flower…possibly a gerbera daisy? The middle is slightly black with yellow around it. The stem is too flimsy to stand up in its tall vase so it’s reinforced with wire. I love it, needless to say.
I don’t have a whole lot else to share because my bathroom-cleaning-procrastination has got to end.