​Instead, I shall write. That is neat and tidy sort of activity. I only need my computer or iPad, or my notebook and something to write with*** (see side venture at side). Cool. I have a plan. Like, I actually wrote down my plan. I made a post-it note: Find writing books/binders...

Easy peasy. I know where it is. It is right here, beside me, all nice & accessible from the last time I was going to focus on this particular task. 

​Um… okay, it is in or under one of these piles, so I just need to sort the piles…. Tomorrow😊

​Meanwhile, the next day, hubby commented how perhaps our place was due for a vacuum, so we decided that Saturday would be chore day – because we both need to proclaim it & make a post-it that goes in the spot where only the important post-it notes go. Done. See how important it is to have a plan?! If there is no plan, then there is nothing to stick it to, I mean stick with/follow through with, see?

​Right. So, the vacuum plan works nicely with the sorting through piles plan because the piles were hiding spaces that could & definitely should be vacuumed under.

Motivated, I got started immediately. And then I forgot what I was doing because I remembered that I hadn’t finished the drawing from my 30-day sketch challenge (Genna Blackburn's #drawsimpledaily)…

​That done, I resumed – note: the exact details of this next bit are fuzzy & likely quite boring without video footage. So, short story LONG:

Ooh, financial papers. Those seem important. I shall put them with the other financial papers. Nice. I need a break. No. Just keep going. Well, here’s my ukulele, so I should just put that over here… some time passes, my fingers hurt so I put my ukulele away… oh yeah, right… back to the task at hand. Look - an artwork binder! Oh yeah, because I was going to put all my artwork in here and not strewn about & amongst all of the spots… I have way more arts to put in here…. So that happens. And I find all sorts of bits & pieces, including an already cut out line of birds & a page of smeared, dried paint & I decide I should make art. But, because I am aware of my tendency to abandon a task at hand for a new, more appealing, creative task, I say, nope, not now, Brain! That’s right. I put those ideas to the side AND I CARRIED ON LIKE A FUNCTIONAL PRODUCTIVE person would!!

So, sort, sort, sort… gather, gather, gather… ooh important Poetry Society business. Nice & handy because I have a meeting on Tuesday, so I can put those with the stuff for that & now I will appear organized & functional… sort of… but I didn’t find the binder I was sure I knew was in the basket at the bottom… hmm… I’ll have to have a think about that… but it’s late & I’m tired… 

when I finish sorting ALL the other piles because I rock! AND I found the writing binder, which was the original goal. Task completed.
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I stayed up much too late, reading through old writing projects & loving some & hating some & feeling some & remembering some… & smoking a lot of pot… & having a bit of an emotional journey (which I’ll save for another day).

Yep. We even pre-warned the cat of said plan, whose mortal enemy is Vacuum & of course, it didn’t matter that 60% of the mess was his fur & poop (yep, that’s right… poop – but that too is fodder for another story****, otherwise this one will never get told… and if you’re still sticking with it, I’m sure you’ll thank me for that).

Right so Hubby starts at one end & I start at the other (of our somewhat “quaint & cozy” dwelling… though anyone who has witnessed US knows that we have managed to fit in a lot of stuff without it taking over our lives – we are so not hoarders, I promise! But this too is fodder for another day*****)…

And then we cleaned and then I immediately got out the glaze and the scissors to work on the art I so functionally put aside (but didn’t bury under new piles). I didn’t make a mess, I swear…

…. Um…
 
Wait! Where is the plan that I wrote down? (Remember, I mentioned it up near the start of this story?! Don’t feel bad if you lost that detail amongst this chaotic plot you are likely stuck in.) 

I will take action immediately! I will write. But first, I must find the plan. It is in my bag that I just took to school with me. The pages are amongst the other random art pages & school things… so I then needed to add said art pages to the aforementioned art binder & put the important financial papers with their friends in the finance bin… wow, look how freaking productive I am! Case in point I wrote this😊
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Oooh, but I failed to locate the plan… Oh, I have a memory… I see a clipboard with the plan & I placed it at the front of the basket of current projects… ha!

* Asterisks * Extra Bits *

** Hubby doesn’t actually care about the piles. We are both fairly chaotic & will never leave each other because we work (& likely no one else would have either of us!)

*** Side venture – but which pen? My favourite pen? Which one? Maybe I should test all these markers & pens to make sure I am using the write one, too right…. (you can probable tell by the fact that I've shared 3 pen poems , that I feel strongly about pens,* which could likely be a few more stories for another day)

​**** the cat poos & the importance of good digestive health

***** we are not hoarders, but we just have a lot of stuff
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****** Methinks I should learn how to use footnotes on Word

I am not ignoring the prompt, but merely deferring it until another time in the future. It is an intriguing prompt that I wish to devote some time. Later, so I will use this opportunity to share two poems that I wrote in Aug. 2019 for an entry into a local art walk.... our local art gallery, Carnegie Gallery in Dundas, Ontario does an annual Art Walk, during Art Week, in which they team up with the Tower Poetry Society. Poets choose artworks to inspire poems and both are displayed on a walk through Dundas BIA.

I peer into the murk and see many me’s,
And reflections of trees.
The trees are upside-down,
And so is my frown;
When I look into the swamp.
I listen with my eyes:
Water waves with a splash
and there’s just a flash
as you dash away;
To where the wild things are,
in the dark, dark wood.
And I wonder where are you, now?

So much unseen amongst your green leaves.
In your proud boughs
you gather all the creatures
that I see with my ears:
Squirrels crunch nuts;
Blue jays squaw and screech;
Chickadees chime in;
Cicadas preach;
Interrupting the blackbird’s speech.

Leaves sway,
And they give away
the spot where you play

A tree is a house, an umbrella and a playground,
interconnecting
the lives that exist within and around.

Ouch, a chestnut knocked upon my noggin!
And, I know that if a tree branch crashes to the ground,
it certainly makes a sound.

Can you see the forest for the trees?