509 Phone calls

I’m tired, my shoulder is burning again and I have to brush my teeth and go to bed.

I answered the phone today, did two loads of laundry, scooped the yard, (dog poop) made a ton of phone calls for work like “is my 941 correct?” and then faxed the payroll journal to my bookkeeper, put calls into the realtor, answered the phone at least 509 times (okay, only about 50 times, but it felt like 509), went for a quick walk (keeping my stretch with my sisters), watered the front and back yards, made myself lunch and some snacks all the while standing at the island, went to Office Max, and then to Mt. Hope (eggs, toothpaste, etc.) and home again. Oh, did billing, made a deposit (thank god) and about five or six hundred other little things I’ve forgotten.

Before I did any of that I emailed furiously this morning, comments about my friend, Taryn’s, brilliant short story, which is essentially an excerpt of her larger work. It’s really good. I know, everyone says that about a friend’s work, but I’ve watch her write this over the last four years and it really is a world of it’s own. I can see this having a cult following. I can see it grow beyond all reason. I feel the heart of the story and the talent is most defiantly there, along with the desire and discipline. I can’t wait to hold her book in my hand and know that I saw this come along. Anyway, I couldn’t help but jump in the conversation this morning since I read her story last night. I can see that world. The streets, the characters, the mammoth Spirit Tree- now I can see the tree, finally- it’s amazing!

So, for anyone who I should have written too and haven’t, I’m sorry. I know I owe Brooke an email. She wrote the nicest email and so vivid. Her paintings are fun and clever and light hearted but clearly backed by a gifted painter. I’ll write, if you’re reading this, soon. This is all I can do before I crash.

Maybe tomorrow won’t be so busy.