Why is it that I leave things to the last minute? I leave tasks I don’t really want to do until my dreams are invaded in a most unwelcome manner. And it’s not as if I’m doing anything enjoyable while I procrastinate; I deprive myself of pleasure until I have completed what needs to be done – except perhaps for a walk along the beach. On Sunday it was relatively crowded with 21 people, Monday, just 4 and a dog. Who among you can resist the call of the sea?
So Monday was a little different in the procrastination department – I wanted to make a card for my grand-daughter’s 8th birthday so I gave over the entire afternoon to the pleasure of making it. I started with a cereal box, gesso, some paint, the sheet music to Climb Every Mountain (it seemed apt) and pens. The time slipped by and I suddenly realised I was ravenous. Yesterday, Tuesday, was the party and today . . . oh today I need to do some day-job work. Never be confused about educators just swanning off for the entirety their holidays; there is always, always some work to do before the term starts.
Now, time for a walk along the beach before lunch . . . just checking to see if the mouth of the stream changed course yet again and what’s come in on the tide.