I happened to look down from the bedroom window and the spot of butter yellow caught my eye. It was blooming away under a bushel, or rather, a sagebrush. It took a bit of clearing to get the photo. Now I feel like I need a special path around to the back of the house, so people can be sure to see it.
But, seen or not, appreciated or ignored, it blooms anyway.
And, in the infinitely frustrating world of blog commenting, Kerry tried to comment, but was denied. She wanted to remind me that cats also know when to play silly games and when to take a nap.
That might seem self-evident, but it’s easy to forget.
So as we finish out our Fridays, it’s good to revisit what weekends are about. For many of us, the weekends are full of tasks. I know my To-Do List is long. I try to do laundry every-other weekend and clean the house on the intervening weekends. Last weekend, though, I was gone, so now I have three weeks of laundry to catch up on the same weekend as house-cleaning. We have guests coming next weekend, so there’s no fudging that part. The garden is crying for attention. I have some publicity stuff to do for Petals & Thorns, coming out July 13.
And about 35K to write on the novel.
No, no, no – I know I won’t do that. But it does hover pretty high on my mental To-Do list.
The things that don’t end up on the list? Games, naps, nonsense. Even if we don’t work corporate jobs, our families and friends often do. Weekends should be for play, too, not just catching up.
Or running in place.
Or bailing the sinking boat.
Wherever you might be with stuff.
Here’s hoping you get to do something silly, catnip optional, and that you indulge in a nice nap.
I’m adding them to my list.