I rarely live in the present moment preferring instead to dwell in the past or worry about the future.
On busy or challenging days, I divide the day into increments, usually by thirds or quarters.
Today was divided into thirds with the first four hours of the day spent doing household chores and taking care of some tedious power of attorney duties I have been postponing.
The second increment involved bringing my eighty-nine year old mother to the dental hygienist for a cleaning. She didn’t want to go, probably because the last time I took her it was very painful, plus the hygienist had some very stern words about the state of her teeth. At one point today the technician came to get me because my mother had stopped opening her mouth, just like a naughty toddler who refuses to open the hatch to allow the broccoli in. I mean, can you blame her? As a result, I have to bring her back in January to have some cavities looked after as well as another cleaning in three months. That’s if I can convince her to come back. As I helped my mom to the bathroom she said in a very loud voice that she had been tortured. I believe her.
The third increment of the day was work bookclub, always a lot of fun as it is a social event involving good food and a lively discussion. It was at Mel’s house; she is a marvellous hostess and her place is simply magical at this time of year.
Now my day is done and I am wiped but I have this daily blog commitment and it is a work day tomorrow and I find myself thinking about the long winter ahead and I wonder, how will I divide this season, my least favourite, into increments? Let me tell you: never mind Christmas, I am looking forward to Winter Solstice because after December 21st, the days will start getting longer again, and just that alone, the thought of a little more light when I take my mother to her next dental appointment in January will get me through to the next increment.
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