There was this article flying around the internet recently about the benefits of idleness. Did you see it? You're on Facebook - you saw it. I confess that when I saw the title, I thought, "Fantastic. Now not only will I constantly be dealing with shit I have to do, I'm supposed to feel guilty about feeling like I have to do shit I have to do." To be fair, this isn't really what the article was about. But, you'll forgive me for the wrong assumption because the internet is just chock-a-block with articles about how you're doing everything all wrong. Especially those of us in the working mom camp.
Anyway, I did read it. And I didn't love it. He lost me a bit when he got to the paragraph lauding the woman who was totally relaxed since she got an artist's residency in France. I'd be pretty relaxed if I had an artist's residence in France.
(I tend also to generally disregard anything in which someone leaves America, goes to France and figures it all out. It's been a cliche since Gertrude Fucking Stein.)
But then he goes on and talks about the whole thing where you feel like you HAVE to being doing something all the time. I'm a person who reaches for her phone to check email when I'm stopped at a red light. If someone gets on an elevator with me and pushes a floor before mine I think they're really rude for wasting my time like that (fortunately, I have a phone that I can check during that 5 sec interval). I once made a home-from-school daily schedule where tasks were delineated within 5 minute increments.
That's not cool.
This evening, Laney is at a friend's. I'm going to pour a glass of wine and read a Carl Hiassen novel or re-watch last night's Bunheads. You should be idle with me and start watching Bunheads. It's Gilmore Girls with ballet. Last night American treasure Kelly Bishop narrated a ballet she'd choreographed called "Paper or Plastic." The grocery store cashier was cast as the devil. Nature died. Seriously - that show is so great.