This week has had a flurry of new endeavors. The twins started a job as camp counselors, as well as being an integral part of the pageant, and working three catering gigs. John had meetings with the local clergy. Benjamin is wiggling into a new routine, and there were hours of discussion around that. I began theater camp, and the task of whatever the opposite of anthropomorphizing is. Attributing animal characteristics to humans. We celebrated our anniversary at dinner with good friends.

 

But today I will be boring. 

 

Laundry, sorting out the overpacked refrigerator, dishes, a stack of unopened mail are all on the docket. Nothing more than the mundane.

 

If I believe the illusions around me, no one else pauses in their effervescent lives for the ordinary. Have you ever seen a scene in a movie where people clear the table? Fold clothes? Excavate the vegetable drawer? Either they all have hired help, or they address it in the middle of the night. I have heard that maintenance at zoos and theme parks waits until the guests go home. 

 

But for me, it happens today. Or at least a stab at it. Because the ratio of humdrum to scintillating is rather lopsided. 

 

Besides, even a symphony needs rests.