It is nearly 4:30 pm. I am seated at the table in the GR; the TV is on in the background. Norman's just finished his lunch...or perhaps, it is an early dinner. I just returned about 15 minutes ago from picking up my sisters' car from the auto repair: looks like she may need an expensive radiator/engine repair job. She's not a happy camper...can't say I blame her. Seems that auty -mo-biles (as my mom would say) have dominated my agenda and life the past 7+ days.
The TV is on...a holiday commercial for a car is playing... I think: so soon! I seem to be at odds ends...not sure what I want to do... I pick up Mary Oliver's Upstream. This paragraph on page 23 at the beginning of the chapter : "Of Power and Time,"resonates:
It is a silver morning like any other. I am at my desk. Then the phone rings, or someone raps at the door. I am deep in the machinery of my wits. Reluctantly I rise, I answer the phone or open the door. And the thought which I had in hand, or almost in hand, is gone.
And that is where I am; my mind is blank. The day is nearly over - sunset is at 4:52 pm...just seconds away. Oh well, I think, perhaps tomorrow I will be more focused. Perhaps...
Cheers~