Peter Hentges (jbru) wrote,
Peter Hentges

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Weekend plans and life examination

Oh, it's the standard thing all my friends are doing: Riverfolk/Keelaghan and BiL. I tried to pick up BiL tickets today, as I was out and about at about 9:00 a.m. The Cedar's box office, of course, isn't open at that time, and the back-up (Global Village, just up the street) didn't open until 10:00 a.m. Drat. So I'll try to pick up those tickets tomorrow.

Had a look at the Cedar, though, and it looks remarkably accessible. Ericka would enjoy being able to go to the show so I'll probably pick up two tickets in case she feels up to it. Anyone have any detailed information about the women's restrooms at the Cedar?

On my way in to work today, I got to thinking about what I want to do with my life. I keep doing this and I keep coming back around to wanting to write. Some days it's novels, some days it's short stories, some days it's screenplays. Some times I think I want to take the writing of others and make films out of it, but I don't know the first thing about that.

(If anyone is looking to get me a big-ticket Solstice-season gift, I'm in the market for a digital camcorder to try my film-making chops out on.)

I look at my life, though, and think back to the Barbara Sher book that I was working through earlier this year. If I'm going to take on a big project like this, I need to clear the decks; to make space for it in my life so that I don't overload myself and it turns into a other wishing fantasy. That means finding time.

I work 40 hours a week (when I'm feeling well). I am Ericka's primary care-giver so that's at least another four hours per day. Tack on eight hours of sleep, and I'm up to 20 hours a day that are already committed. And that's not counting cleaning the cat box, walking the dog (which, actually, Ericka's morning helper has been doing on the days she's there, which is a big help), being social with friends, going to concerts and, you know, life.

I had hoped that the shift of my schedule to four 10-hour days would leave me a time to do some of the things I'd like. What happens, however, is that I end up sleeping most of my off night; a sign I'm just too strung out.

I'm not sure where to find the time.

One thing I need to work on is getting better sleep. Currently, my rest gets interrupted when Ericka's helper need to get into the room where I'm sleeping for any of a number of reasons. I'm normally a sound sleeper once I get asleep, but, of late, this has not been the case. I find myself getting annoyed at the interruptions even when they are for good reasons. I find myself wanting to ban intrusion except for cases of fire, smoke, flood, blood or lack of breathing. That, of course, would not work, as tempting as it sounds.

One thing that would help, I think, is moving our copier/fax/printer (which is mostly used as a copier/fax these days) out of that room. Ericka needs it for communicating with the various government agencies and health-care providers, and that has to happen on a regular business day kind of schedule. So having it in the room where I'm sleeping is counter-productive. That's something I can do this weekend, I bet.

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