Today’s Fantastic Friday post comes from way back in April of 2009. That spring’s weather must have been considerably warmer than this one, since the columbine have not yet made an appearance. The mystery novel mentioned below is a different one than Run, Jane, Run! which is unfortunately not almost done, though I’m almost ready to find time to work on it again. My almost standard of living continues, but the 2009 evening listening to Bill Bryson in the company of my dear friend Cindy was not almost enchanted. It was most definitely a magical evening never to be forgotten.
Almost
It’s almost spring, the calendar says, but the weather’s cold again today. Through the garden debris, the columbine are almost ready to unfurl their leaves. The peony tips are visible, almost pushing through the black dirt.
My life is a reflection of my flower garden. Mom’s house is almost sold, we’ve cleared out almost all it’s contents, and I’ve almost figured out her finances. I’m almost done going through the editor’s suggestions for A Different Dream, the mystery manuscript is almost done, and I’m almost ready for a speaking engagement. My house is almost in order, the bathrooms are almost clean, and I almost have the weekend menu planned.
The problem is, just like spring, I’m stuck at almost. As soon as I almost finish something, something more serious arises and I have abandon what’s almost done to address the other. Almost finished projects are piling up so fast they’re almost drowning me.
All I can do until April 10, when we close on Mom’s house, is make peace with the almosts. My friend came up with a perfect way to do it. We’re going to hear the author Bill Bryson speak at Drake University tonight. He’s a Des Moines native who lives in England and almost never gets back to Iowa. The talk will be an almost perfect ending to an almost winter day in what claims to be spring. And to think, I almost missed the opportunity.
Thanks for inviting me, Cindy.
What almosts are piling up in your life? Leave a comment.
