a dapple of my weekend.

stacks of books.

cooking carrots and parsnips.

lots of reading.

we should have put away that old soccer goal before winter.

snowtracks.

who's george?

saturday morning ice skating.

my ankles started to hurt.

three girl-shadows.

snowy fields. i remembered to stop and capture.

note to self: do not click and drive.

really, is there much better than old wooden spools?

boiling lentils. with a bay leaf.

blood oranges are back in season.

so let's make cake.

Did you know it's January 18th already? JANUARY EIGHTEENTH.

This year/month is flying by without my noticing, just like this weekend did.

It always seems that no matter how prepared for it I am,

the weekend always comes and goes quicker than I can realize,

and then POOF! it's Monday.

I've come to know, though, that I have a large problem with learning to relax.

I mean, I just said I "prepared" for my weekend.

I did not go on a trip.

I did not have big plans.

I did not need to fulfill large responsibilities.

I simply needed to unwind.

And for me, that apparently means making lists three pages long of "unwinding" items,

like cleaning the litter box, changing my sheets, and paying bills.

Now, these are all nice things to accomplish over the weekend,

but it did not take me all weekend.

Free time was spent watching TV, watching movies, checking blogs, and writing emails.

Which pretty much means placing myself in a time warp and coming to hours later to see my day is gone.

I need to learn how to do nothing.

I haven't been able to understand why I'm still feeling so tired and worn out,

even though the holidays just ended and I've had plenty of time off.

It's because with my "time off," I haven't actually shut off.

I need to learn how to do nothing.