Blue Moon

One of those occurrences as rare as a Blue Moon is about to occur.  I’m going to be alone for the weekend.  My two youngest children will be away from home, my significant other will be swamped with work obligations and my best friend is beginning a week long practice session.  

It’s not like I haven’t had time alone in the past 28 years, in the past I’ve had to run away from home to get “me” time. I will be home, just me. I will have the puppy and two fat cats for company, following me and fight for that prize spot on the bed every night. 

What to do?  There are about 5 junk drawers screaming for attention, twice as many “catch all” baskets over flowing in corners of every room. (Yes, I am still working on the “less is more” theory.)  We all have these cleaning projects we need to accomplish when no one is around and underfoot. We never seem to have the time to do it or when we do, never remember.

I could call up some of my neglected friends and make plans but I hesitate, why not savor the “me” time?   There are fun things to do alone, a long walk with the puppy,  a bike ride at my own pace without kids turning around giving the “what’s taking you so long look?”. I could read one of the five books I have started, although deciding which one might be a chore in itself.

And then there is the biggie, the journal article that I have been working on for several months. An article that’s at a standstill, pieces that I just can’t decide how to put together the way I want.   A friend has been urging me to just do it.  I need a big block of time to sit down uninterrupted and write.  Time that I can get up from the keyboard and not worry that my 7 year old will come to computer and start painting a picture if I take a break, forcing me into a discussion of what’s more important,  sunflowers and rainbows or Mom’s creative spark.

 Once in a blue moon you get it Right?  Write.