My mother talks a lot about redeeming the time, about making good use of the time you have. Sometimes that means that you knit a baby blanket while you watch a movie or a football game, other times that means talking on the phone while you drive or listening to a book on tape.
But I think that sometimes redeeming the time means simply using those little snippets of time throughout the day that seem to get lost in doing nothing, but add up to lots of lost time by the time the day is through.
I'm always surprised at how much I can do in 10 or 15 minutes--putting away laundry, cleaning the bathroom, mopping the kitchen. But so often I don't take advantage of those 10 or 15 minute chunks of time, thinking that I need to wait until I have a bigger block or an unlimited amount of time to get something accomplished.
The alarm didn't go off this morning, or maybe it went off but without the volume. Whatever happened, I heard Audrey get up to go to the bathroom and assumed it was still dark thirty until I rolled over and saw that it was after six! (Joey, that darn cat, didn't wake me up! How is it he won't let me sleep past 5:09 on a Saturday morning, but will let me oversleep on a Wednesday of all days?!) The morning felt a little rushed--not in terms of actually getting out the door, but because I missed my hour of quiet before everyone else gets up.
I headed off to ballet class, and came home to an empty house--something I love because it's often rare. After I ate my granola and watched some National Geographic special on killer whales, Toben came home and convinced me to go to his lunch meeting. I mostly said yes because the meeting was at Poseidon in Del Mar and I love to eat right on the beach. (I did find a spare 25 minutes in there to go sit in the dining room and pray through the noon office, which made up for missing my time alone this morning.) I took a book and read while they talked, but mostly I just looked at the ocean. It was kind of like having lunch by myself, even with three other people at the table. I liked it, you can probably see why.
Toben bought me a new car today--well, not new, but new to me. I've missed my Expedition ever since we got rid of it a year and a half ago, so he got me another one. Oh how I love sitting up high! Thank you, Toben! When I think about the whole idea of love languages, Toben always comes to mind because gifts are so clearly the way he expresses his love to people. It's not my primary way of receiving love, and it took me a long time in our marriage to realize that each time I look at a car, or a ring, or a bag, or something else he's given me that what I'm seeing is really romance and love. It still sometimes takes me a while to realize that, but it comes a lot faster than it used to. At times I think I've felt uncomfortable with his extravagant gifts, not sure how to react, but I'm learning that for him to see me delighting in them makes him so happy. Just like I love to see someone love a gift I've knitted. Isn't it funny how things that can appear so different sometimes are really the same thing in disguise?
The new car needs a name. The old Expedition was Big Blue, the car we traded in today was High-Ho Silver, Toben's car is Snow White. Audrey wants to call this one Goldilocks (it's a latte/gold color) and Emma wants to name it after an American Girl--preferably Samantha. Hmmm... I think I'll give it a few days and see what else we come up with. We seem to be stuck with color names. I'm thinking Ellie, short for Elephant, which was inspired by Emma who heard me talking about how much I like having a big trunk. Does everyone name their cars, or is it just us?
In all of the back and forthing to the dealership today, I did manage to sit down for a minute to work on my rough draft, and was surprised to find I'd completed a chapter without having set aside a big block of time. I think if I could manage to capture all of those 5, 10, or 15 minute blocks of time in my day I could conquer the world!
Today's vocab word is nefarious (wicked, vicious), a word I've always loved because it reminds me of villians in historical romance novels (one of my other secret vices in addition to country music!).
Okay, this is the last thing today--I promise. This little flock of sheep arrived in the mail today from England. Aren't the fun? And, Emily, look!, a border collie came with them to help keep all those gregarious sheep in line!