Aligning the ducks

A half-hour after I wrote this

The mess stands before me, challenging me: “Here are the ducks, dare you line them in rows?” I acknowledge the piles of books and records and CDs and loose papers, and I turn back to working and playing amid the chaos.

I bought a record over the weekend but haven’t played it yet. The books I brought back from New Jersey, the crosswords that accumulated while I was gone, and some paid but unfiled bills are on the turntable.

So move them, Warren. And perhaps I shall, but first I need to write “So move them, Warren. And perhaps I shall, but first I need to write ‘So move them … and crap, now I’ve fallen into a time loop.

The week started in hectic mode, as weeks generally do, and so Wednesday — a combination rest, work from home, work at home, work on home, and general all-purpose day — comes as a relief. Will this be the day it all falls together, or just another in the long unfinished line of days?

There’s that word “finish” again. Didn’t I just declare last week that my goal is to never be finished? Yes, but a little “a place for everything and everything in its place” action wouldn’t be so bad for a change.

OK. Clearing off the turntable and listening to the new LP goes on the priority list. And maybe the audio equipment gets set up today. I have four day-job tasks and infinite author-publisher tasks I could be working on. Maybe I should prioritize the infinite tasks so I can get off Square One on those. Maybe maybe maybe, all the pretty choices. Pick one and go. I pick this one! Here I go …

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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