Domestic Days

I didn't write today. I'm beginning to realize that I'm intentionally adding things to my to-do list that have nothing to do with writing. I'm not sure what that's all about, apart from avoidance.

My day today was a domestic one. I baked. A lot. I also made hummus. And I sewed on buttons, and restrung tennis shoes. I also went to the grocery store, and drove by a house for sale. Tomorrow morning we're scheduled to look at it.

It's an excuse, I know it is. But being unsettled is unsettling. Our lease here is up at the end of July, and between now and then we need to find a place to live. It's a tall order given what we're looking for. We need a certain number of rooms on the main floor, easy in and out of the house, a certain number of bedrooms (not that unusual), and closet space. That's a big one. 

How people get by with wall closets is a mystery to me. Only one room in the house we're in now has a wall closet. It's in Beckett's room and it is a perpetual disaster. Anyway, closet space is big on our list. A laundry room that is big enough for the doors of the washer and dryer to open all the way. Wouldn't think that would be a requirement, right? Wrong. It is not so in the house we're in now. It is the smallest, least functional laundry room I've ever seen. 

So instead of writing, I'm worrying about where we're going to live, and organizing the remainder of what is now in this house. There isn't much left, but I still feel unsettled. It doesn't relate to what is in this house, I realize that now. It relates to getting our lives organized. 

Writing is a big undertaking. I have to read. Then I have to organize. I'm pretty sure I already wrote a post about this. It seems simple enough. I just need to do it. My email inbox is down to twenty-nine things to follow up on. Bills are paid, accounting is done, filing is even done. 

My latest project: getting Frank ready for college, and that means making plans for the summer. We have a plan. He'll be applying to NYU for a summer music program. If he gets in, he'll spend two weeks at NYU, three days with Uncle Andy, and then four days at Berklee. He'll leave the day after his birthday, and get home July 18. And when he gets home, he should be ready to apply to the colleges he's interested in, at least the audition/portfolio component of it. Then there's the matter of a little thing called the SAT, which Palmer Ridge isn't offering this year. Great. So we need to get that scheduled. He'll take the ACT in April, but I have to figure out when he should and can take the SAT. Or maybe HE should figure out when he should and can take the SAT. There's an idea!

And maybe I should write. Or at least read and organize. There's another idea.