I’m writing this very quickly on a Sunday morning. Yesterday was a very long day. I left the house at 7:15 am and didn’t get home until 10:00 pm. Just about the same thing will happen today. And to top it all off, I keep waking up at 5:30 am, like clockwork. Sleep deprived. I had someone come by to check in on Scout yesterday, so her basic needs were taken care of. Nevertheless, by the time I got home, she was a more than a bit frantic. I hate having to put her through it all again today.

The director wants me to drive up to the theater, which is in the Berkshires, for some more work on Tuesday. The cast is moving from NYC to the theater on Monday. I know we have a bit more work to do, but I have to tell you, the thought of driving back up to the Berkshires and finding someone to check in on Scout is a tad overwhelming.

I have to drive there again next week in order to see Don’s show and bring him back home. Then we have to drive to Hartford a day later.

And when I am supposed to get time to work on the two scripts I have to start coaching in 2 weeks? They just arrived, via FedEx, on Friday.

Yikes.

It will all work out but right now I’m just plain tired.

I’m going to dash into the shower and get going.

Happy Sunday.

Our little, and I mean little, town is bursting with activity lately. In the short drive from my house to our version of Main Street, one encounters all sorts of delays while workers are busy doing what they do. First up is the bridge over our local river. It’s being painted a lovely shade of brick red. This has necessitated the closing of one lane of traffic, while the workers paint each half of the bridge structure. For several weeks we detoured to the right. Now that one half of the bridge is completed, we’re detouring to the left. All of this is controlled by some temporary stop lights.

Yesterday, I had just been freed from the delays at the bridge when I saw a workman holding a Slow/Stop sign. More vehicles ahead. Ah. They were trimming trees. Another delay.

I emerged from that to encounter yet another. After many years of waiting and hoping – at the very minimum the eight years we have lived here – our little main street is getting sidewalks. When I heard it might be happening earlier in the year, I said I’d believe it when I see it. Well, I’ve seen it. Finally! This is a big deal around here because walking from post office to shops to market to pizzeria has been rather treacherous in the past. Not to mention muddy and/or slippery when dealing with rain and snow. That is very exciting news indeed and the shop owners are very pleased. As am I.

So these delays, though sometimes maddening, are something I accept gladly because our little town is being beautified. And I am in awe of these workers who toil for long days in this infernal heat and humidity. That cannot be easy.

Some of the books you saw in yesterday’s post are books I will be reviewing in the future. How grateful I am to get the opportunity to learn about authors that are new to me – that I might not hear of otherwise – and then share my thoughts about them with you. Reading is all important to me, as you know, and the more I can share the joy of reading with all of you, the better. I have a couple of reviews coming up in the next 3 weeks or so.

I mowed yesterday in the sauna that is our weather, even through some rain. That ever present rain is sure making my grass grow quickly and it’s difficult to keep up with it. But I’m getting lots of good exercise as I push our lawnmower here and there. Hopefully, I’m sweating off some pounds, as well!

The hostas, and I have many of them, are blooming. Each one slightly different, but all with the palest of lavender blooms. No matter how long I’ve had hostas in my garden, I’m always taken by surprise when the shoots emerge from the leaves. Oh that’s right, I think, the hostas have flowers! You’d think I’d be used to it by now.

Does that ever happen to you?

Happy Thursday.