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It used to be that keeping track of things wasn’t so important. (I suspect that this is one of the pleasures of reading good autobiographies.) Life was less accomplished, more experienced. And people had more time to notice details (of which there were more, what before the Standardization Revolution). Imagine a day where there is nothing to do, literally nothing. Not because of some crisis, but because in the normal course of affairs everything has been taken care of. That’s living.
These days I’m boggled by the pace that people keep up. It’s not that the work doesn’t need to get done, it’s just that many people seem to have trouble qualifying for work, so that others necessarily pick up extra tasks. & of late I’ve felt more than a little overwhelmed, trying to keep track of everything. Could be I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
Everything’s important, right? So I’m feeling a bit blue that I haven’t finished working on the first part of mom’s memoir. I’ve had some work, which has helped with other parts of my life, but the question has to be: what’s most important?
I think it was Wendell Berry who remarked that we have to learn to be less greedy. There’s some solid wisdom there, grown out of practices from earlier generations. MIndigo.
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Photo: Embroidered Curtain, 17-18th century; WikiCmns; Public Domain.
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Mood Indigo 