I have too much to do. How can I be living in the middle of nowhere and feel like I’m in a rat race? I just finished a book and so many things slide when I’m in those final harrowing weeks. I need to figure out what bills got forgotten. It’s the end of school and there are summer activities and camps to prepare for. I think my car needs new brake pads and something’s wrong with my internet phone line. I need to get the bedding laundered for the last bed I haven’t made up back at the old farmhouse. The cousins are hosting their annual big party this Saturday and the farmhouse has to be ready. I have to make pies and cornbread for Georgia for the party. I still haven’t printed and mailed the hard copy of my book to my editor. I’m teaching an online class this month and I have chickens to feed and boxes to unpack and a new house that desperately needs some attention. Oh yeah, and I should probably hoe, but I can’t even think of doing something fun like hoeing (yes, I just said hoeing sounded fun–this is an indicator of my current state of mind) because my life won’t slow down enough for me to catch up to it.
I got in the car (how can it be time to pick up the kids from the bus? I need more DAY!), sat down in the car and turned it on.
And this song by Alabama was playing on the radio:
I’m in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life’s no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.
And then on the way home, I got stuck behind this woman, the one other woman who goes down the road to pick up a child from the bus, and she drives so slow. I mean, she is the slowest driver on the planet. Does she not know we can go 15 mph on this road? Do we have to go 5???
Then she stops. In the road. And gets out of her car. While I am stuck behind her because there is no way to get around her.
And she picks up a turtle from the road and gets back in her car with it.
I am pretty hardheaded, but I think the universe is trying to tell me something.