Thursday, November 4, 2010
What's The Plan?
Nearly every morning started the same way when the weather was clement. Coffee mugs in hand, Steve and I would take a turn around the deck as soon as the sun was up, doing a check on the property, a little dead-heading on the potted plants. Leaning on the railing, sooner or later I'd hear the question that started the day, "So, what's the plan?" That's a lot of responsibility to lay on a person, having to have an agenda, especially when I tend to be one of those fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants people. Not wanting the system to break down entirely, I'd try to come up with something. Old habits are hard to break. Regardless of what chores are waiting, I still take a stroll on the deck and around the yard in the early morning sun. Bessie Anne does a perimeter check, and Frank and Pearl do their own inspection, but we more or less parade around together. Inevitably, I will hear that phantom voice, "What's the plan?" If there are any have-to jobs, I will write them on the kitchen board just to have the satisfaction of crossing them off later (and as a goad when I'm dragging my feet). Then there are days like yesterday, when there were several things that needed tending, and I chose to pick up a book and ignore everything. I am enthralled with Stieg Larsson's writing: tight, fast-paced, characters with character. The good guys are "human" and the bad guys are capital-E Evil. It is a pity that his only three books were published posthumously; there won't be any more. I think today I will finish The Girl Who Played With Fire. Sounds like a plan to me.