Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. Bill Watterson
Yesterday’s quote sets me up for having the best day in the year and reminds me to write it on my heart that every day is the best day. So, today I’ll take the pressure off of my little Dottie Do Good persona and let today’s best day’s awareness be of doing something completely pointless.
Yesterday I promise pictures, but alas, my camera and new computer are not yet speaking the same language. So I will tell of the pictures that would be on this site if I were more fluent in computerese.
1. Here’s a picture of the Mexican petunias in my front flower bed. There are six blue-purple flowers. However, what is not in the picture is the hummingbird that flits back and forth among the blooms. I couldn’t find my camera fast enough.
2. This is a picture of the tattoo I drew on my arm. It’s a heart that contains the words every day is the best day in the year. See, I wrote it on my heart. Get it? I’m thinking that having a real tattoo like this would be a nice reminder.
3. Now here’s a picture of the veggie quesadilla (now spelled correctly) I made for lunch, using peppers and squash from my garden. Last Saturday I learned how to make these at the Valencia Youth Garden’s Veggie of the Month class and I’ve been making them ever since.
4. You’re now looking at a picture of this sweet little computer with more power than I yet know what to do with, as I discover how well Netflix instant play movies work.
5. Here’s the new stack of books from the library that I am getting lost in.
6. There is no picture for the last three encounters that made this the best day in the year. A text from Leah about a movie outing for Monday, the message from Maryanne setting up a time to meet at Barnes and Noble today, and the Facebook messages from Dawn as she recounts her adventures in Arkansas with my brother.
Life is good. And today I’m looking forward to another best day doing something completely pointless.
The relationship between commitment and doubt is by no means an antagonistic one. Commitment is healthiest when it’s not without doubt but in spite of doubt. Rollo May
After a day of feeling good about being on the ” right track,” the Doubts creep in during the night. Argh.
“You do know what you’re getting yourself into, don’t you?” Firin Doubts asks.
“Um. I think so. What do you know that I don’t? Wait, don’t answer that.”
Yesterday I ordered the computer I fell in love with at Office Depot last week. But I didn’t buy it from them. Instead I went to a computer repair shop recommended by a friend because I need the guys that come with it. I’m ready to plow into some heavy duty writing and messing with a temperamental old laptop that weighs twice as much as any currently on display at the four stores I visited is too distracting. I had done my research and it was time to act.
“Well, what about that blog you started? What are you trying to prove with that?” Fuller Doubts adds.
“Prove?” I think. “I hadn’t thought about what I was proving. I’m a writer. And writers write. The last time I committed to a blog for a year was a good thing. Quit with your questions, please. I need to get back to sleep.”
When I first get up I write morning pages, then head out the door for a Jazzercise class or a walk. The blog begins when I return. Actually that’s when the writing of the blog begins. Ideas have been percolating long before that.
“Is that all you need to do to call yourself a writer?” Evan Moore Doubts queries.
I roll over, ready to get back to sleep.
On Labor Day (an idea I got from Barbara Abercrombie’s A Year of Writing Dangerously) I will begin my collection of “school stories,” anecdotes from the university seminars I facilitate, the beginning teachers’ classrooms I visit, and a neighborhood after school program with which I work.
In spite of this family of Doubts.
The new computer!!!
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. Roald Dahl
Watching with glittering eyes as I work through today’s To Do list…
Begin with an hour of exercise
Call tech support at the university to get my email account straightened out…again
Finish writing the syllabus for this semester’s seminars.
Take books back to the library.
Return to the three books I am currently reading.
Continue to organize my writing room.
Meet with repair guys for more input on a new computer.