tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post111988947423671368..comments2024-03-24T09:36:51.494-04:00Comments on delagar: Space/Time of One's Owndelagarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18197857250240640822noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post-1120426750062422562005-07-03T16:39:00.000-05:002005-07-03T16:39:00.000-05:00No solutions, only commiseration. Something else a...No solutions, only commiseration. Something else always has to suffer, or the kids/husband/cats/housework have to be ignored, in order to do The Writing Thing. At least the husband has picked up a hobby which, while expensive, at least keeps him from being in my space for a portion of daylight hours, although just as I typed that, he interrupted me by saying that I "have" to come and see this new Capitol One commercial . . . Funny how he feels free to interrupt me with any inane thing at any time, while if I even walk into the room while he's reading his e-mail, I get the Black Look. On the other hand, it's only a short while til Thing One is back in school, and this year Thing Two will be spending some time in preschool. I'm hoping I remember to use my precious time productively.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post-1119984779691147652005-06-28T13:52:00.000-05:002005-06-28T13:52:00.000-05:00I don't know if this will make you feel better or ...I don't know if this will make you feel better or worse, but there are no children living in this house, and I can't get anything done. It is because I have become undisciplined and easily distracted. How can I get any new short stories or poems written (not to mention thinking of returning to writing the n___l (can't use the word) I began about 6 years ago) when I have a blog? A garden? A season of Grand Slam tennis to watch? A stack of books I should have read months ago? A stack of flms to watch that I can't seem to get around to, either? Two cats who want me to play mouse tag?Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07124489754017593105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post-1119955223768043432005-06-28T05:40:00.000-05:002005-06-28T05:40:00.000-05:00That space of my own was heavenly, that is while I...That space of my own was heavenly, that is while I had it. It was let me see, back in 1999 for about a year, then he moved his computer into my office. Now, when I am writing or reading or just pontificating, he comes in with all rights since his computer is right next to mine. I get frustrated. Now for that time of my own, I must get up around four or so in order to not be imposed upon. Sometimes, the coffee is so nice and the sunrise so beautiful that I just want to do it alone and feel it without having to comment on it. That's what Mr. Zelda1 wants, comments. Comments about everything, what are you thinking, what are you reading, what are you doing? It is depressing hearing all those what are you things. The sun is rising, the coffee is hot, and I am going to watch and hopefully he won't wake, the grandson won't wake, and if all goes well, I'll have a few moments of peace.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.com