|York Regional Forest 2008|
Of course such a well honed talent really doesn't require any further practice, perhaps a quick touch up here and there would suffice, but that doesn't seem to matter. In my life, these practice sessions arrive as an intensive study program of at least a week's length. Furthermore this package deal is never booked in advance but rather shows up unannounced.
"Never do today, what can be put off until tomorrow." is the ultimate procrastinator's mantra, but this really does not describe what happens to me. My procrastination never seems deliberate at all -- it just sort of happens. Take the writing of this blog today for example...
It's been well over a week since I posted anything, so I was getting a tad antsy about writing something, anything really just to let folks know I'm still alive and writing. So at 12:20pm I sat down in the living room with my pencil, paper and tea (Earl Grey - such a lovely soothing comfort tea, that feels like a warm cozy blanket on a grey, damp Autumn day. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........
Oh! Then I wrote the first sentence. Then I had to pee which was followed by a pass through the kitchen during which my computer announced the arrival of email. Of course I had to look at it! Useless piece of info but while there, I dashed off two emails (hopefully not useless), then checked Facebook (well I'm there aren't I??), read the new entries and followed this up with two games of sudoku. I yanked myself out of cyberspace at 1:30pm, only to be told by my gut that was time for lunch. I set about that task. Oh but wait! -- Can I have that slice of swiss cheese? Back to the computer I hastened to consult my food diary. NO, I can't have the cheese and YES I did put it back in the fridge. I enjoyed my well balanced repast and returned to the living room with another mug of tea.
The time now was 2:20pm.
It is indeed an admirable thing that I have returned to writing this blog, but what I really ought to be doing is writing the 500 word piece for my writing course. It's due tomorrow evening. Oh, but that's tomorrow...yabbut I'm in Erin most of tomorrow...hmmmmmm...Now I have to pee again, the consequences of 6 ounces of tea in a vintage bladder. So look folks, I gotta go -- I mean really I gotta go! Wonder what things I'll discover need doing on my way back this time?