There’s a lot of bashing of busy-ness these days – most
recently in a New York Times opinion piece which spoke to "multi-tasking busy" and "over-scheduling busy". Habits
that often lead to "you-can’t-think-straight busy."
Yet, for me,
busy works. I was raised by the Idle Hands is the Devil's Workshop adage.
And I saw my Mom's busy hands always at work: cooking, cleaning, sewing, knitting and crocheting, reading, doing a crossword puzzle.
Mom wasn’t in-and-out-of-the-house
busy. More a keep-yourself-occupied busy.
Lately,
keeping myself occupied has been more necessary than usual. A week ago, my daughter's
obstetrician told her that, even though she would not be full term until August
4, she probably would not make it to her next regular appointment – in a week –
before giving birth. “It can happen anytime,” he told her and then she told me.
Em lives an
hour away. Since her move a few weeks ago, I’m up in her neck of Eastern Massachusetts every few days, which leaves me back in my neck of Northern Connecticut every few
days – waiting, at a bit of a distance. Milton ends his sonnet “On
Blindness” with the oft-quoted line, “They also serve who only stand and wait.”
He seems to have been speaking from the
point of view of a person with a disability. There’s a peaceful resignation in
his words. Serving as a mother (at a distance) who is
waiting for her daughter’s first child to arrive leaves little room for repose.
That said,
Sunday, the day after I had been up to eastern MA and fives days after Em's
doctor gave her the sooner-rather-than-later signal, I waited. And as I waited I
·
Answered
morning emails
·
Paid
bills
·
Went
to church
·
Visited
Em’s Grandmother
·
Returned
home to do a wash. Didn’t want those clothes piling up – just in case I had to
hustle east.
·
Mowed
the lawn. Didn’t really need it, but I could be otherwise engaged in a day or
two.
·
Measured
and set aside the dry ingredients for a blueberry buckle (my mother’s recipe).
This way I would just have to add the milk, butter, and eggs
tomorrow morning, when the kitchen would feel cooler.
·
Measured
and set aside the dry ingredients for another blueberry buckle, after I realized I had
enough blueberries. This way, I’d only heat up the kitchen once for two buckles.
·
Read
the local paper
·
Texted
back and forth to my daughter
·
Texted
forth and back to my son
·
Downloaded
the NY Times on my Kindle.
·
Ironed. Which I rarely do. Wanted to be sure I could dress
without a fuss, just in case . . .
·
Watched the Sox lose to Toronto
· Turned on the oven. It was late but
what the heck. The ingredients were all measured out anyway. I needed something
to do.
·
Mixed, stirred, folded and poured.
·
Cooled the buckles. Wrapped 'em.
·
Resent 9 rounds of Words With Friends
·
Went to bed and awoke to 9 newly returned
rounds of Words With Friends
·
Got a call. “Things are starting to happen.”
Good thing I baked those
buckles last night.
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