September 27, 2012
I wrap my day up tightly, a tiny dot in the middle of my determined plan. As I walk to my car after class, I reflect that the end of the teaching week is usually enough to wear me out on a Thursday, but so much more awaits. Like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, my task multiply. I drive home to meet my handyman and take another load of boxes to storage– sheet music from the 3rd floor. Home and mow the lawn, as rain is predicted, I leave tomorrow, and my house goes on the market while I’m away. Up and down the stairs I fly making order of chaos. But only on the outside. Inside the spring is about to explode.