My schedule was thrown totally out of whack yesterday, just because the tree guys came two hours earlier than I expected. And then they sang Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” while they worked.
I never really got back on track. I know that’s more my fault than theirs. I claim to be a “go with the flow” woman who is totally flexible, but it’s not always true. And I still have the lyrics to “You’re So Vain” running through my head.
There’s one good thing, though. The front and back yard look a lot better. There was a blight in our dwarf apple tree, my guy couldn’t mow up close to a couple of the trees because of low hanging branches, one long branch overhung the driveway so two cars couldn’t park side by side, and we had a horrid fast-growing shrub in a tiny corner next to the gate.
The offending tree branches are gone and the shrub will never be seen again.
But yesterday’s schedule was shot. I did finish the laundry, but not until I returned from my writers’ group meeting. I did write this rather short and unimaginative blog post. And I did fix a meal of sorts.
The rest of the time, I aimlessly wandered from tab to tab–this e-mail and that e-mail, Twitter and Facebook, and from one blog post to another. I made a few appointments and looked up a recipe for peach cobbler.
I’ll do better today (as soon as I finish making that peach cobbler).
You know something, you say this is an unimaginative blog post, and I really liked it!!! And that peach cobbler sounds wonderful. Wish I had someone to make one for me. I’m not much of a cook. Jen and I eat very simply.
I don’t worry about getting de-railed from writing or whatever. I just do what I can in a day.
Ann
We all have those days when everything we’ve planned dives nose down into the ground. As long as it doesn’t happen too often, it shouldn’t be a problem:)
And now I want peach cobbler!
Hi everyone. I still haven’t made the peach cobbler, but I did complete a bunch of important errands this morning. And I’m still singing “I bet you think this song is about you.” It was pretty funny, Carol, to see those hunks singing that song.
When I took a closer look at the apple tree this morning, I discovered the guys had also picked up all the dropped wormy apples and hauled them away. They were awesome.
The thought of the roofers singing Bippity Boppity Boo (see Nancy’s comment) made me laugh out loud. That would have been something to record on a film clip and upload to You Tube.
My plan for this afternoon is to spend some time visiting your blogs since I haven’t done much of that in the last few days. See you in a few…
Pat,
I hate it when I have to have workmen in to fix things. I can never concentrate on my writing. Thank God we only lose a few days every so often this way!
Happy writing,
M.T. Logan
There are days like that where you just can’t get in the groove! Hope you have an easier time today 🙂
Smart woman – you got someone else to do it!
Running down through the blogs and tweets create the illusion of being busy.
Am I doing this because I’m so vain I think my fiction is going to get published?
I love that song! Hope you like it, too, but you probably hate it by now. Good advice–to use it in a future book!
Monti
MaryMontagueSikes
Priceless. You’ve gotta use a manly-man singing ‘You’re So Vain’ in a book. They’d never know the song was about them.
That was a good start to the week.
Still if your garden looks better for it
All is not lost.
(sent you an email)
Take care.
Yvonne.
That would throw my day! Okay, if you’ve read my post today, I can throw my own day, too.
Now I’m singing You’re So Vain. Thanks, Patricia. Only kidding. Love that song anyway.
Don’t ya hate it when the day gets derailed. Mine did yesterday and it was nobody’s fault but my own.
Karen
Patricia – I know what you mean about schedules being thrown off. That happens to me, too, and no matter how flexible I try to be, it’s still hard to get back on track. But I am glad for you that your yard looks good, and hey, free entertainment! Too bad they didn’t wear costumes and do a play for you ; ).
And you thought you were only paying for the tree removal. Look at the entertainment and the scene possibilities. Surely all was not lost?
(Do not throw branches or leaves–peach cobbler is ok in a sealed container.)
When my girls were little, one of them had to watch Cinderella everyday. Windows open to allow a nice breeze and suddenly an odd sound could be heard. The neighbors were having their roof repaired and the roofers were singing, “Bi-bi-be-bop,” at the top of their lungs.
Nancy
N. R. Williams, fantasy author