Monday Morning Regrets

Monday morning. I am not ready to go back to work today. I didn’t quite have enough weekend. There are a few things I intended to accomplish that didn’t get done, like my toenails and the refrigerator. I really wanted a pedicure and I really need to clean out the refrigerator. I know there is a bowl of sliced cucumbers in vinegar that should be tossed. It has been in there three-plus weeks and every time I open the door I smell the cucumber-infused vinegar (it actually smells pretty good, but I’m not brave enough to uncover the bowl). I only made a small dent in the pile of ironing and I neglected the fallen green bean teepee in my garden. My home office is a disaster of unfinished projects and I’m only halfway through the Dewey Decimal System in my home library undertaking.

These and so many other things left undone would lead one to think I did nothing all weekend, but I was busy from the time I walked through my front door on Friday evening until late Sunday night. How could I have been so busy and yet still have so much to do? And I’m not even counting the things I know I should be doing – the things every woman’s magazine at every check out lane in every grocery store in the country makes one feel guilty about not accomplishing:

Exercising – Wow, I really need to think about this and hopefully, actually get back into some sort of routine, but it would have taken a minimum of one hour each day, and I swear to you there were no hours left.

Meditating – A few serene moments of nothingness, a mind purge, would have done me good, I know – but no time.

Volunteering in my Community – I know I’m suppose to do this. I work for a non-profit organization and see first-hand everyday how important volunteering is, but how in the world do these people find the time is what I don’t understand.

Walk the Dogs – I am embarrassed to admit I did not walk the dogs this weekend. Does that make me an irresponsible pet owner? It was too darn hot and there was that time thing again. (I did however, play a rousing game of fetch with them in the backyard on Saturday night.)

Speaking of Saturday night, another thing I neglected was: My Social Life – I guess you can figure that one out on your own if you paid any attention to the parenthetical sentence above.

I did not shave my legs, color my hair, pluck my eyebrows, or moisturize my skin. I didn’t even put on makeup all weekend. Just so you don’t think I’m a total slob, I did shower and wash my hair.

I did not clean my house or write my blog, which were on the top of the To-Do List I painstakingly made on Saturday morning. What did I do, you are surely wondering at this point.

I watered my garden, I shelled a bushel of black-eyed peas, I drank a little wine, I talked to both daughters on the telephone, I watched a movie, I worked on a writing assignment, I stayed up too late catching up on facebook, I harvested and cooked a pot of green beans from my garden, I went to the farmers’ market, I did a few loads of laundry, I went to the grocery store, I canned ten quarts of jalapeno peppers, I invented a recipe and cooked all of the squash, eggplant, onions, garlic, tomatoes and peppers from last week’s harvest, I drank a little more wine, I ate chocolate, I sat under the chandelier in the garden (see blog dated June 12, 2010) with my husband, I drank coffee and read the Sunday newspaper and did the crossword puzzle in bed, I did not go to church, but did listen to a sermon online by my dear friend Fawn (you can see it too, at: http://www.echristchurch.org/templates/System/details.asp?id=42525&PID=638046),
I finished a writing assignment, I visited relatives at my grandmother’s house, I harvested okra, I got mosquito bites, I got a bit of ironing done, I watched another movie, I microwaved leftovers, and I finished reading a novel. All-in-all I had an enjoyable and fairly productive weekend. If I only had one more day, I’m sure I could find time to meditate.