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ladysprite) wrote2009-05-02 12:19 pm
ladysprite) wrote2009-05-02 12:19 pm
When Hobbies Collide
The past couple of weeks have been fairly crazy-busy with work.
I'm not complaining - we need the money, and this is honestly an anomaly; an island of hecticness in the vast ocean of slow that has been my work schedule this year. But with working 6 days a week, and overtime almost every day, I've wound up with a lot of backed-up projects that haven't gotten done quite yet. Which means that today, I have a heck of a lot to do in the hours before I set out for socializing. I have to plant our flowers before they die in their little plastic temporary pots. I have to rehearse for a Babydolls show. I have to bake something to take to tonight's gathering.
I can do this all, no problem. But it did ultimately lead to the slightly unsettling juxtaposition of me suddenly realizing that I was dancing around our spare room to sultry jazz music in rhinestone sandals, an oversized t-shirt and muddy torn jeans as the scent of half-baked peach cobbler wafted through the house.
I think I might have too many irons in the fire....
I'm not complaining - we need the money, and this is honestly an anomaly; an island of hecticness in the vast ocean of slow that has been my work schedule this year. But with working 6 days a week, and overtime almost every day, I've wound up with a lot of backed-up projects that haven't gotten done quite yet. Which means that today, I have a heck of a lot to do in the hours before I set out for socializing. I have to plant our flowers before they die in their little plastic temporary pots. I have to rehearse for a Babydolls show. I have to bake something to take to tonight's gathering.
I can do this all, no problem. But it did ultimately lead to the slightly unsettling juxtaposition of me suddenly realizing that I was dancing around our spare room to sultry jazz music in rhinestone sandals, an oversized t-shirt and muddy torn jeans as the scent of half-baked peach cobbler wafted through the house.
I think I might have too many irons in the fire....