There was a time when I was busy. With two young daughters, a full time job and no husband, there was seldom a time when something wasn't getting done. Trash out on Tuesday, softball games on Saturday, Volleyball on Tuesday, homework to monitor, yards to mow, overflowing laundry baskets, shopping carts to fill, bathtimes to monitor, parent-teacher conferences, birthday parties to plan, baby-sitters to schedule, but first I need to call the plumber, and the vet, and the dentist. And, oh yeah, dinner. Every darn night.
"Girls, have we had dinner yet?"
"Okay, then. How about Spaghettios?"
"I know we had them yesterday, but I have a brief due tomorrow and you guys have no clean underwear for the rest of the week, so it's either Spaghettios, Mac and Cheese, or no underwear. Your choice."
"Mac it is!"
Times have changed. The kids gew up, the job was walked away from, the house was downsized to an apartment, and a bookstore was opened...
...where I sit and wait for people to come in, do a couple crosswords, whip through some sodukos, read a couple chapters, talk to kids who wander in, help a few people find a book, discuss authors, do a little writing and a little reading on Open Salon, shelve some books, enjoy the day, and go home...
...where nobody is waiting for dinner. I can cook whatever I want, whenever I want, and eat it for days, wash my single pan and single plate by hand, watch a little CNN with no disruptions, take a leisurely bath, tidy up, enjoy a glass of wine, read another couple chapters, feel the sun or a breeze on my face, and sit back and think,
"Darn! It's only 8:00. What do I do now?"
It almost makes me think I should get a smart phone. Those people are always busy.
Even when they don't have a single thing to do.
They make the most of every minute.
Wherever they happen to be.
And whatever they happen to be doing.
Me? I'm hardly busy at all these days. Sometimes I wonder if I'm wasting my life. If people are calling me lazy. If I'm missing out on something. I think I might need a smart phone.