Busy, busy, busy!

Do you know how difficult it is to get sand out of the base of a portable basketball hoop? The hole is about as big as a child’s wrist, and as it’s had a decade to settle. Inevitably, moisture has made it’s way inside as well as several generation’s worth of spiders.

It is difficult. And heavy. Quite, quite heavy.

Four of us worked on it for an hour. Shaking, thumping, rocking, stabbing, and sweeping, and then once it was light enough for two men to lift, we shoveled the sand onto the grass, then swept the grass with a deck broom.

And then it started to snow. So heavy things were carried from the basement to the front porch, to the garage!

I’m pooped, is what I’m getting at. And that is why this post is a bit late.

Yesterday I watched too much television and wrote too little. 291 fiction words were all I managed in two sessions. Blog words hit at 277 for two posts (nowhere near the 1,000 I wanted). I was incredibly productive in other things, and while the other things aren’t my passion, it’s always good to feel accomplished.

Amounts of things achieved

Something I have a problem with is realizing that even if I don’t write much, I still very likely was incredibly productive in other areas. While my focus is on words, however, things that can’t be measured that way sometimes feel insignificant.

But they aren’t.

Yesterday, I wrote 483 total words – 339 here, and 144 on 001, a story about cats and technology and maybe a little bit of magic.

Today, I signed what will hopefully turn out to be the last bit of paperwork for the car I purchased in the middle of last month. My husband signed his portion earlier in the day.

Today, I dropped paperwork off at the office that I should have remembered to take care of last week. Now, there won’t be any residual guilt tomorrow when I have off.

Today, I took footstools my parents will be selling back to their home, and brought back to my home a coffee table my grandfather made, a crib my father made, and a typewriter (manual, I believe) that is the same as the one my parent used in college. I now can proudly boast to have three typewriters in my house, none of which are currently in use.

Today I organized my receipts (a task generally designated for Sunday evenings) and watched the film Big Eyes in time I would not otherwise have been able to write.

I also took a nap.

Now I am taking care of one last thing that is important to me, which is my blog. As I have now completed that task, I will shortly begin to write. Something interesting is about to happen, although I don’t know what quite yet. I’m sure it will come to me.

Updates about today’s words tomorrow!