Friday, May 8, 2009

Ducks

The one giant "to do" list was finally broken down last Saturday into well planned regimes for each day leading up to my departure Friday morning.
Saturday check, Sunday... I even rested (mostly), Monday.. Check.
LOve LOVE crossing the things off the lists.
Tuesday... rough day at work, BUT am still fairly on track. Check, check.
The ducks are in a row.

I'm pretty sure there is a lesson in everything that has occurred since Wed morning, and it likely has something to do with accepting that you rarely control your ducks no matter how nicely you line them up.
(Oh BB how I admire you just now and your thoughts on acceptance and control. I have thought of you much. )

No worries for the sprinkling of people reading this. I'm fine...just juggling way more ducks than anticipated.

By the time my office door refused to open this afternoon (and I had waited outside for two hours for the lock man) I reached some sort of strange maniacal accepting calm. -The floor doesn't need mopping. So what if you end up with only one pair of underwear for the entire summer?

It's after midnight and I'm currently waiting for my newly cooked GF food for the road to cool so I can bag it up. I am wisely writing this instead of mopping the floor or cleaning the toilet.

And I AM leaving in the morning as planned ... just leaving a few dead ducks behind. (and probably bringing a few along.) I can live with that.

5 comments:

crazy lady said...

Ahh... the ole best laid plans. mopped floors and cleaned toliets are overrated compared to a bit of sanity. My thoughts will be with you as you begin your exodus. See you soon! :0)

Brenda B said...

Any good GF recipes for duck? Dead duck is potential good meat. Hmmmm.... Do they freeze well? Love ya' C! It's going to be a wonderful summer.

michandler said...

Dennis says you should totally submit that duck picture to something. That is an awesome photo! Hope you got away as planned!

michandler said...

Heard about your trauma on the trip home. Scary. I'm positive your own emotional state made it even more traumatic. I hate when you start crying and can't stop!! (Been there done that). Hope all is better now you are home!

Lost Woman said...

Oh, I would submit that photo if it were indeed mine. Totally stole if offline.
I'm nearly recovered from the trauma of the road. My head is still the size of a balloon though!