It's another Friday night, another wide-open weekend ahead of me. Tonight there's a cribbage game in the kitchen, a fire in the woodburning stove, and music in the air. I'll probably watch a movie later. But I have so much I need to do, and want to do, by Sunday evening! I know in a blink the weekend will be gone, like all the others, with most of those things still undone...
First, there's the house to clean - my class starts Wednesday, so I'm determined to get this place cleaned up before I get going again on my screenplay. It will be too easy to ignore after that. Then I brought some "work" work home, which is good. I also need to fit a trip to the grocery store in there. After that, my mind goes blank, which is why I keep lists. And lists. And lists. I have them all scattered in one area of the kitchen counter, next to the calendar. My lists + my calendar = my brain.
Tom makes fun of me. Hence, this latest list I found amid my others this week...
I wished this morning that I had my camera on my morning walk with the critters (easier to say than "the dogs and the bird"). Max and Charly had zagged off the road into the woods, following a narrow deer trail up the hill beside the road. And so Frankie zagged onto the trail right after them, trotting along behind Charly. Just one of the boys.
He's part of the family routine now. If he's not in the front yard when it's time to walk, I call him (he knows his name) and he comes swooping and skittering up the hill to join us. Something so oddly special, yet now just part of the routine. Isn't it funny how quickly we can start taking things for granted? (The world will never starve from want of wonders, but only from want of wonder. ~ G.K. Chesterton)
He also likes to slip into the house before we can shut the door. Charly and Max just stare in with confused expressions on their faces, like "What the heck is going on...?" while Frankie trots around like a nosy neighbor, investigating and inspecting, stretching his neck up to see what books are on the bookshelf, admiring the kids' pictures on the side table, and trying to explore the bedroom before I decide his visit is over and shoo him back out the door.