Blessings on Aunt Joan's Family

The woman who indirectly inspired this blog died last week. I haven't written in awhile. Do I let it die too? There are only so many hours in a day.

I wish I could get up in the morning and say "Today I will write for one full hour." Ha! Instead I get up and say, "Uh-oh. Hurry up kids, get your clothes on. Come on, down to breakfast. We'll eat in the car again. Brush your teeth. Where are your shoes? Did you brush your teeth? Fill your water bottles and put your snack in your backpack. Get out of the bathroom and stop eating toiletpaper little one, argh, you're making me nuts. BRUSH YOUR %$#@! teeth!!!"

When I was little my mom wanted to be a painter. But we kids took up all her time. When she finally put oil to canvas again my brother walked up to it and stuck his finger right in the middle of a big wet but beautifully done field mom had just finished. Sigh. The balance is always so tenuous and sometimes I feel like I'm juggling lit torches. The little details of every day cannot be left undone or we'd all be buried alive in dirty dishes and mimographed memos from school.

So that hour I have to write? I must also floss my teeth, workout, read my magazines, write my friends, do my zine, catch up on the news and pursue any other of life's little entertainments during that 60 minutes as well. Nutty with a capital nuh.