Real Life Temporarily Outranks Writing

Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of all the pet magazines and books we have accumulated in our home over the years. Keeping them around makes clutter, I know, but I do enjoy referring to articles and looking at the pictures. I adore dogs but I fear that after our current dog (age 10) passes away, we will unlikely replace her. My husband and I are both in our mid 60’s. Our pets have, for the most part, lived longer than 15 years. I am not eager to entertain the idea of dying…but I think we need to be realistic at this point and think about the possibility that adding another dog in 5 years might mean it could outlive us. I don’t want to think about passing on that responsibility to anyone who didn’t sign up for it.

When I was a child, I couldn’t wait to grow up. I thought life on my own terms would be so much more enjoyable than how it was when I was constantly asked to do someone else’s bidding and put aside my own hobbies to work on something that had nothing to do with me. As I get older and realize that I have lived many more years than I have left, I treasure my hours, if you will. I resent anyone asking me to do anything that keeps me from the things I want to do for me. Right now it is devoting myself to my writing.

I woke up this morning, went for my daily swim and while I was in the rhythm of my laps, my mind was busy conjuring scenarios for the protagonist of one of my stories. I couldn’t wait to get in front of my computer. Then real life go in the way. Our hot water heater seems to be on the blink, necessitating that I stop what I was planning on doing and get the information on how to address the problem. This took an hour…that means I started writing later and in this blog rather than in my book. But not worries, we are in lockdown mode so I suppose I just need to accept the facts that this is what happens when one is enjoying an owner’s (rather than a tenant’s) existence. Fortunately, the one thing I don’t have to worry about too much is not being able to fix it. Friday is the day the repairman can come out and that will have to be soon enough for me.

In the meantime, I will enjoy working on my garden later and writing in my blogs with my dog at my feet.

 

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