That's what this week feels like in some ways.
This week is the last week of Swarthmore's winter break. It's been a lovely month of free(r) evenings, more flexible scheduling, and even the occasional contra dance. Starting next week, and almost without exception through early May, I'm out at least three nights a week, and often closer to four, or five, or six.
Every year at the start of winter break, or the start of summer, I make lists of projects I want to do with all of these copious free evenings: decluttering the house, going through and shredding, where applicable, the mounds of papers, organizing/inventory projects, solid amounts of craft time, the inevitable dance program writing, and on, and on... And we know what happens to the finest of lists. First of all, the holidays happen, along with parties to throw and attend, and other related events. Then I'll be about to start a project when George will call and invite me over, and I'll go intending to stay just for a bit. Right.
But things have gotten done. Or begun. Or thought about. Windows have plastic on them. Holiday cards were made and mailed. The pile of things to go to the Salvation Army is slowly growing, even if it won't get there until February. Cheatsheets were constructed, and as of the last post, there are more things hanging on the walls than before.
And the list is still long, and will grow. But hey, there's always Spring Break!
No comments:
Post a Comment