Post-4th-of-July is when I always seem to hit a summer slump.
This year is no exception. Paradoxically, I feel guilty both about not doing more work and about not having more fun. Consequently, slump time is also list-making time:
I scribbled these yesterday, in a fit of depression/ennui. As you can see, the list of work-related things is longer than either of the other two, and is composed primarily of tasks related to getting my tenure file together. In fact, "Fun!" had nothing on it until Tom added two items. That's a little sad, but seems to be par for the course this year.
In between is "House," with a list of stuff we've been wanting to get done but weren't able to during the regular school year. Somehow that list seems like the easiest to tackle, so today was spent starting to hack away at the ivy in the front yard (which is going to be a long process), and also organizing the basement.
First priority in the basement was finally putting some pegboard up over the tool bench and getting the various tools that have been scattered everywhere attached to it. I've been wanting to do this ever since we moved into the house, but just hadn't gotten around to it. Today was the day, though!
Inspiration for this project? My dad's tool bench:
Not only are his tools neatly organized, but he traced the outline of each one on the board and then painted in its silhouette so that you can see exactly where each belongs.
I wasn't about to go that far...though I more than understand the impulse.
Here's a play-by-play of the process:
I have to say, I'm pretty pleased with the result! And I finally feel like I actually accomplished something concrete. I have a feeling I'm going to need to do more of these tangible, results-oriented chores in the weeks and months to come, as the tenure process gets started and I'm working my @$$ off for a result that's both uncertain and a long ways off.
This is the song that was echoing in my brain as I worked--specifically, the lines
"Gotta get out of bed,
Get a hammer and a nail,
Learn how to use my hands.
Not just my head--
I'll think myself in a jail..."
The Indigo Girls have it right, as usual.
(Can that song really be over 20 years old?!)