Sat Nov 27, 2004

Oops! The phone rang at 10:00 this morning. It was a dad wondering if I was at the office, and if so, why his son couldn't get it. Didn't I remember the Josh was on the schedule from 10:00 to 12:00?

Well, the truth is I didn't realize Josh was scheduled to come it today at all. It was a miscommunication. I dressed in record time and made it to the office by 10:20. Whew!

This turned out to be good, because by 12:30, I had earned a couple of dollars and I was already at the office. I made great progress on my SAT syllabus -- enough to be able to design an SAT flyer. I also updated and printed some general tutoring flyers and business cards. I worked until 5:30.

Now, if I can just keep from getting chained to this computer for the evening, maybe I can tackle just ONE THING on my list. Any list. Pick one. Tutoring. Writing. Home. Rental. Writing conference wrap-up. No shortage of lists and items on lists.

In keeping with this new regimen, I just might work out with weights again this evening. I lifted Thursday evening for the first time in months. And I'll run in the morning -- longer than 8, I hope.

Tomorrow is house cleaning day!

First Blog post

Hmmm. I had a successful day today. No small thing.

You see, I'm still waiting for the morning I wake up to find that I'm actually an adult. Smart enough to know what to do and the discipline to do it. Meanwhile, I struggle to meet my own expectations (while aren't unreasonable). Day after day, I fall short.

So, while I didn't get up as early as I had planned, I did go for a run. Short, but I got out the door. Then I went to my office earlier than usual so I could take a timed SAT test -- the new, longer format, which took me about three and a half hours. This was needed to give me insight into the test so I can continue shaping a syllabus for an SAT preparation class. The plan is to finish the syllabus and schedule so I can make up flyers to deliver to the area schools next week.

BTW, my blog title comes from the title of a memoir I've written. After my marriage at the much-too-young age of sixteen, I was dragged into the alien world of alcoholism and abuse. Four years and two children later, I felt helplessly trapped in a broken down trailer parked in a cow pasture. It was then that I began to have a recurring daydream in which I went mad and ran wildly down the road, shedding my clothes along the way. Far in the distance, I could barely make out the hazy images of men in white coats who took me away to some unknown place. The impression was that once there, I would be cared for. Progress toward getting this book into print will be posted here.