I measure my life in coffee filters

 One of my favorite poets is T.S. Elliot. I discovered his poetry while in college.

 

I have been thinking about the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

 

In his, he measures his life in coffee spoons. In mine, it is coffee filters.

 

I started a new box of coffee filters the day everything happened back in November 2022. Since then, I know when I get to the end of a box, another 200 days have passed since that day. 

 

It gives me some idea of the time that has passed. When in a situation that Peter and I find ourselves in, it can be hard to keep up with time. One day flows into the next then into the next. 

 

The only fixed point I have during the week is my Thursday shift at Micheals. It is constant in my life. Right now, it is most of my social life. 

 

The rest of the time I figure it out by the trash pick up (Monday & Thursday) or recycling (Wednesday). Sunday is church either in person or over the internet. Monday and Tuesday kind of meld together. Friday is another blur day when Peter is in the hospital. 

 

I find myself sticking to the house more. Once it warms up, I will go back to walking and biking. That will at least get me outside.

 

The house is comfort for me right now and it can feel like a trap.

 

I have submitted for another five editing jobs. I think I am doing an average of ten resumes a week. Writing the intro letter is getting easier to do. I have a basic letter that I can augment for the situation.

 

Household chores sort of put some days in order. Cat boxes twice a week. Kitchen every day. Floors once a week usually on the weekend. 

 

I am trying to add writing to my daily routine. I haven’t felt the need to write since the Pandemic but within the last month or so my will to write is back. The blog being part of that. Fiction has been a little slower. 

 

Next thing to add is build time for whatever. Get my hands back into the foam and fur and create critters I can sell. I do still have my web site which I need to revamp or tear down and rebuild. I do need to get one set of puppets out of there because they have joined the small group of my puppets. Sherlock and John (1984 Granada versions) are fun to play with at conventions. And they are recognized. 

 

I came to the realization that I need to structure my life, so I am not at such loose ends. I have been foundering a bit and this will help me find some solid ground.

 

I am not going to beat myself up if I don’t do this every day. But I want to get something done each day even if it is a small thing. Moving forward is my mind set.

 

Today Peter has surgery for the wound vac. My afternoon will be worrying about that. Let’s see what I can done before that.

 

I am grateful when I am solid on the day and date.