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I’m a creature of habit. It’s best if certain things remain the same in my daily and weekly routines. Unfortunately, life doesn’t always agree. So how do I respond? You can’t let life slow you down so I get my lip out, stomp around and irritably move forward.

I normally write this article on my netbook. It’s a tiny computer and I have to squint a little to see the screen, but it works well and it’s what I’m used to. This week the charger connection that’d been flickering and requiring the power plug be rotated to a ‘just right’ position gave up and had to go in for repair. I’m sure it’ll be back under my fingers soon, meantime I’m writing this week’s article on an outdated trotline weight with a two second lag-time between the keyboard and the screen. It get’s the job done but, like garage-sale underwear, it just doesn’t seem right.

Out the window is a sea of green grass…uncut green grass. I had a school board training yesterday, followed up by a family get-together. The training was great…at least what I learned was great. Losing a Saturday sitting in an auditorium staring at power-points and listening to experts drone on about due-process, school finance and the open-meetings act, while informative, didn’t provide a mentally relaxing Saturday.

And I enjoyed the family get-together afterwards; there’s a certain ease in time spent with people who have no choice but to talk to you. But I didn’t get the yard mowed, which means I didn’t spend hours mindlessly operating dangerous equipment while my subconscious realigned itself by pondered the grace of a vulture circling overhead, how the Universe can be both boundless and finite or why watermelons are delicious but watermelon Jolly Ranchers are disgusting.

I also didn’t get the tangible confirmation of a task completed that millions of uniformly groomed blades of grass conveys. When I look at a freshly cut lawn on Sunday morning I know if nothing else gets done that day the weekend wasn’t a loss. And it opens the gate for guilt-free afternoon napping.

In addition to the afore mentioned disturbances to my weekend my own three children are with an additional three fourteen-year-old boys and a six-year-old and a two-year-old niece adding a thick fog of noise to permeate every crack and crevice of the house. All are great kids but between the laughing, stomping, yelling, and inharmonious piano playing my quiet country home sounds like a western saloon.

I’m glad they’re here (sometimes glad is a conscious effort), the boys are busy with activities that don’t involve electronics, the older girls have been having a great time without the Disney Channel and I was greeted with a smiling, “Cookie!” from my two-year-old niece this morning (that’s my current ‘uncle name’). Those are some good things you can’t buy at Wal Mart, but they aren’t relaxing.

While this weekend bears as much resemblance to normal as I do to George Clooney it’s been a good one. Sure, I may not approach Monday with a renewed zeal, but some things are more important than rest. That said, leave my Sunday afternoon alone, just thought I’d mention that.