Has anyone seen my ass? I am suddenly so busy I can’t find it with both hands. I was just telling someone how slackalicious my life is; that must have jinxed it.
I’m busy at work. I’m behind with my other work. I have until today to finish this composition Gamma and I are working on. I have a draft of a children’s story to finish editing. I have a bunch of other manuscripts in first or second draft. I have a bunch of other administrative crap to do, like renew Gamma’s American passport. Technology in various manifestations is conspiring against me.
Yesterday I thought, I would like a simple life. Where the only tools I need are a broom, a hammer, and a saw. Today I think, I would probably need an axe too, to split wood.
Tomorrow I will think, a knife for cooking, and clippers as well, to prune things in the garden, and there we have it: moving parts. Scissors, perhaps. And although the idea of “no vehicles – if I need dto go somewhere, walk,” is nice, I would someday wish for a bicycle. And a week after that, I would be booting up a computer “just to check my email”. Shortly after that, I would be reading the directions on the power washer that I otherwise can’t assemble, to squirt something off something else.
It’s an arms race.