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The Day of Fail [May. 13th, 2010|10:37 pm]
[Current Mood |tired]

One darn thing after another.   It started with the need, last night after choir, to move the roasted bones into the big stewpot, chop up all the ingredients for stock, and start the stock--getting it up to a boil and then stable at the right level of simmer for over night meant getting to bed one-ish.  Very late for me.  So  I didn't get a full night's sleep and woke up feeling "stale and unprofitable."    It continued with a number of provoking little things today, such that not only did the to-do list not get done, but what did get done was done slowly and clumsily, late, and fumbled (as in leaving the big cooler 50 miles away--empty--in a friend's house. 

The very large traffic jam starting on the north of Round Rock and continuing almost forever so it seemed) didn't help.   Mixups with youngling on where he was and how we would coordinate didn't help.   Forgetting lunch didn't help, because by the time I had worked on the simmering stock, shoehorned in some writing, packed up a cooler-full of hard-frozen ground beef for someone who needed it, washed dishes (mostly pots--such joy), and been through the 2+ hours of driving in traffic on a muggy day, the last solid food was many hours past and I was going very fuzzy around the edges.   And cranky as could be, and ashamed of being cranky.

However--the gaillardias are making wonderful fiery swathes here and there on the land, the tractor/mower place returned our lawn tractor today after major repairs and servicing so we can mow paths through the tall grass and not step on that which we don't want to step on, the bones are now out of the stock (and most of the vegetables, but I have to reduce it some more before we can strain it into another pot...there's at least 12 quarts in the pot and my next largest pot is 10 quarts.

[User Picture]From: ysabetwordsmith
2010-05-14 03:49 am (UTC)


We recently got a path mowed through our butterfly meadow too.
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From: ozdragonlady
2010-05-14 02:22 pm (UTC)
That sounds more like a day of achievements despite the odds being against you.

Unlike me - just discovered I won a free pass to a music night that is about over .... in these days of instant communication, sometimes messages just pass us by :)
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[User Picture]From: filkferengi
2010-05-19 10:12 pm (UTC)
Firewheels make most days better.

So, instead of "write, author, write", we should be exhorting you to "lunch, author, lunch?" ;)
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