None of the June Goals were met so they become the July goals. I have picked up a needle only every so often, more once a week than once a day. I'd feel better about this if a whole lot of gardening had been going on. But the near constant rain has pretty much eliminated that as an excuse. I have been reading, both serious and light. The light reading has been Catherine Coulter FBI thrillers and Tea Time and Vegetarian Times magazines. The serious stuff has been various volumes about the scandals in the Catholic Church and about how to pray the Psalms with movement. And I have done a lot more home-cooking now that my schedule has lightened up. So I haven't been totally idle.
The office workload has slowed to a less frenetic pace and both my secretary and assistant are now off for the summer, My husband wonders how I can be happy, all alone in the building, but I have always been a solitary soul. Spending the month of July as a hermit is a welcome respite from all the demands of working with the public the rest of the year. I am getting a lot of the next school year's programs planned and have the time to go back through student and catechist records and dot every "i" and cross every "t" that got overlooked in the course of the hectic school year. Happily only nine student records out of 350 were missing some data ... we are, apparently, more efficient than I thought. I have yet to go through the catechist records, so we shall see how that goes. I am also reviewing some textbooks at the 7th and 8th grade levels, since the current texts are getting somewhat dated. Just the usual administrative stuff for the summer.
I have been visiting my Mom much more frequently, sharing pictures of my grandchildren with her, trading books back and forth. She turned 85 last April. Without wishing to be morbid, it hit me that this seemingly immortal matriarch might not be so very immortal after all. So I have started visiting every Sunday afternoon for two or three hours and calling her on the phone every three or four days.
I read on another blog this comment, "none of my favorite bloggers seem to be posting very often." For just a moment, the very egotistical sprite on my left shoulder whispered in my ear, "they mean you, dahling!" However, the more grounded and rational sprite on my right shoulder started laughing, somewhat excessively, I thought. But I knew that out of the very many stitching and crafting bloggers out there, I was probably not the one being mentioned. I've noticed that Blacksheep, Stitch Bitch and the Spinster Stitcher have scaled way back and I suspect they were the ones being missed.
I don't know why I am experiencing such a malaise vis-a-vis stitching and blogging at the present. I expect it will pass as most things do. In any case, I really need to get focused on the Christmas stockings for my grandchildren.