This week is probably my last free week before returning to work and I had such plans! I was going to accomplish quite a bit. I know I mentioned all that other stuff I was working on, but you see, there is also the young adult novel, the short story, and my website, MyAustinWedding.com. Pictures to take, research to do, bits of information to shape into witty descriptions. Pish posh!
Yesterday I was successful in partially digging up a new flower bed on the southside of the house. I moved the Texas Mountain Laurel bush there so it would have more sun. It is still just a runt of a bush. I will plant sunflowers, black-eyed susans and candytuft. I’m not one to be concerned about color coordinating. I just want some blooms.
The farthest I got in my job hunting plans was to print out labels and put them on envelopes. Am I beating myself up? I shouldn’t do that.
It always makes me feel more important and artsy to go sit in a coffee shop and jot down lists in my notebook. Yesterday it was CC’s. Today I walked the few blocks to The Flightpath coffeeshop. I had no idea it was such a happening place. I think I need a laptop. Maybe next Christmas.
Today I was to finish my take home exam for my counseling theories class. But what I’ve done is answered the easiest part of the questions and saved the thinking parts for later. There must be some point in the next couple days, I figure, when I’ll become very eager to express my opinions about the uses of Existential Theory in counseling clients. “You are going to die! Get with it!” That reminds me, I can’t help but laugh laugh laugh whenever that Sprint Wireless commercial comes on that has the hypnotist who speaks overly loud (static problems from cellular, you see). “YOU ARE RELAXED IN YOUR QUIET PLACE!” Is that what he says? I need to yell that to myself sometimes. “YOU ARE IN YOUR QUIET PLACE!”
So, I got up around 9. I woke about 8, but I lay for an hour thinking about how disturbing that show “The Bachelor” is, and how I can’t wait until next week’s episode. I had such plans for myself. First things first, go to ABC.com and read about “The Bachelor”. Then finish exam. Then write in blog. Then do great things with the day–garden, write, plan, find the perfect job. But instead–and I blame this on the fact that I couldn’t seem to log onto the internet–I spent an hour watching The Paula Poundstone story on E. The day was ruined. At least the latest Organic Style came in the mail and I could read all about taking an organic road trip across America.
Oh, another problem. Feeling so stuck in Austin, Texas that I’ve become obsessed with the show “A Place Called Home” on HGTV. So many places to call home and I want to live in them all–Portland, Maine, Nantucket, Jackson, WY (okay, maybe not WY). The universe tells me to get closer to the ocean and larger trees.
I just know I would feel better if I had some lilacs to smell.
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