Watching the grass grow

Tonight I forced myself to do nothing.

I shut off the phone and let my eyes glaze over in front of Dog and Leland.

I've been hearing a lot lately about multi-tasking and our busy lives, and how you may be getting things done, but not actually retaining the information. Which would explain why a lot of things that I was carrying a second ago suddenly "dissappear". I was thinking back to a few beautiful summers in Denmark (where people actually use their vacation time, sometimes in consectutive WEEKS!). In the summer, I would lay in a hammock and watch the grass grow and listen to the birds. There are days like that I can remember what I ate, or what I was wearing... but if I try to remember what, if anything, I had on yesterday, I'm at a total loss. Even as a kid, my most vivid memories are from the summertime, where I had nothing better to do than watch a ladybug crawl up a blade of grass.

My Pam knows the deal. Right, Pam? Pam, I'm moving in. I'm going to be your Kato Kaelin.

Maybe it won't be today, or even by the summer, but I will work towards simplification. I can't keep up this pace. Yesterday I felt nuts, and drank more water than an e-tripping raver just trying to get all the Red Bull and coffee out of my system. I'm worried that I'm going to open my eyes and the Kid will be in 11th grade and shoving a towel under her bedroom door so I don't smell her drugs or hear her crawl out the window to get on the back of a motorcycle that her boyfriend just stole. I want to sit and kiss her cheeks while she still lets me and sit with her in the grass and listen to birds.

Well, I can almost get 8 full hours of sleep in. Here goes nothin'!