Michelle is taunting me with her well-organized office and summer.
Mine are chaotic, even for me.
The sunroom, my soon-to-be space, is painted, but full of ladders and drop cloths and paint cans and dust.
The living room is full of things that belong in the sunroom.
My life is full of planning and meetings and attempts at sustained work: a downtown interfaith commemoration on 9/11, a discernment workshop for the UCC, a Disciple series for a group of Methodist women, an article I'm writing, a book I'm trying to compile, a sermon at the end of the month, a speech for a graduating class of spiritual directors at the end of the summer, retreat planning, the PC(USA) call process. Down time on my own retreat in a couple of weeks and on a family vacation in North Carolina in August. My mother-in-law is having knee surgery next week, my daughter is already in North Carolina teaching small children how to tie-dye, my son is leaving for a law school program in Russia on Sunday.
And now that I can see one thing at a time, I want to get out and take some photos!
I feel like a spider trying to oversee a web that has moved beyond control.