Have been way too busy since before May Day.  First Food Not Lawns meeting, May Day festivities at our house, taking Kid Khalila to my parents' for a (very busy) week, a Mother's Day visit from DMIL, a couple days of employment, Food Not Lawns seed swap, tie-dye party at our house, visiting friends. 

Sunday before last I woke up from a dream where I was yelling and throwing a chair.  When the phone rang at 8:30 I about threw it on the floor.  I answered it instead, and there was no one on the other end. 

More friends visiting, farmer's market starting up, giving a seminar on vermicomposting.  Sharqi spends a day out with a friend from out of town.  Our number was in the paper for Food Not Lawns so we get lots of calls from random people about how deep to plant potatoes, how much of a yard to till to grow "enough" food (start by reading up on permaculture garden design), do we have seeds (yes!), and so on.

Last Sunday (two days ago) I did better, I didn't feel like my head was gonna explode until 10:00 or so. 

As far as activities and people go, it really has been 95% delightful.  And then even when I'm at home by myself with "free" time I have a swarm of dozens of projects, big and small, to start, work on, or finish.  "One task at a time" has been my mantra for a couple weeks now.  When it's time to think about nothing but worms, think about nothing but worms.  I can't get ahead on various things because there's always something more urgent to do.  Like hide under the table in the basement from tornadoes.  When I feel like I should do something, sometimes I can't think clearly enough from all the static in my head, to decide what to do.  If I start on something I'll just get interrupted anyway.  When it's nice out and I have outside work to do, if there are kids in the yard, I just want to hide indoors.  I dread having to moderate their fights and try to be fair when each one's version of events is probably highly spun, somewhat selective, and often outright intentionally misleading.  Last year I found myself yelling at them and sending them all home a lot.  I hate that.  I hate having a mental list of things to add to my two or three physical lists, and then having new things popping up all the time anyway and wondering how many things I've already forgotten from my mental list.  Someday I'll get to make those killer mix cds, and put together a couple zines, and sift through music at high volume, and look for Vachel Lindsay's grave, and like just sit and write some of the things that have occurred to me lately that I'm trying to remember. 

But right now I gotta get in the shower before more people come over in 40 minutes.  Oh yeah, and sweep the bathroom floor, and take out the trash, and root canal the mildew, and and

peace y'all!

edit: and now, the very next day, I had to send K's friends home and bring her in on charges of being incorrigibly rude to her friends.  Ugh.

and then the cat puked in the closet and the light wouldn't turn on and I had to get a flashlight to clean it up and then I went out to scrape more paint of the porch.