Day One back into the swing of things.
With a return back to homeschooling, with Rainer going back to regular work now that his sabbatical is done, with races and triathlons to train for, there have been many lists floating around the house, gathering on the horizontal surfaces of many rooms. Training plans, houscleaning thoughts, chores for the kids, my 101 Things list, a list of healthy snacks the kids can grab, schedules for upcoming events… I bought a clipboard so that I could anchor my list papers together until I could unite them somehow.
Today, having spent some of the weekend checking things off lists and sorting other lists, I started our routine. Slightly different than before, but comforting and predictable nonetheless. We always start with storytime. Legends, silliness, poetry, fairy tales, historical fiction, ecology books, it doesn’t matter. The kids sit (and eat breakfast usually) and I read, and it gathers us together in person and in spirit.
“So Few of Me” by Peter H. Reynolds was something I picked up on sale on Boxing Day, knowing only that his two other books, “The Dot” and “Ish”, are some of my favourite books dealing with creativity. I expected something similar as I took a sip of orange pekoe and lifted the cover. Instead, I think I heard the universe whispering something I needed to hear.
“No matter how hard he worked, there was always more to do. Maybe making a list would help. Leo’s list of things to do grew and grew. “So few of me and so much to do. If only there were TWO of me.” Just then there was a knock on the door.”
Hilarity and madness ala Calvin and Hobbes do not ensue. Instead, a lesson in simple living.
I think I have found a question. But not an answer.
I’m a finite woman and lists can be infinite, especially the lists of a person who has high standards. I can keep adding hobbies and plans and goals and Aspects To Improve, but that doesn’t mean I can bend the rules of the space-time continuum. Time for a thinking walk or two.