I’ve been up since four — woke up with my heart thumping from a bad dream. It’s sort of ridiculous in retrospect, because it wasn’t anything like my childhood nightmares of being trapped in a house with wild animals trying to eat me (for some reason, that was my recurrent nightmare in childhood, and interestingly, I got quite good at fighting the animals over time, but let’s put that aside for now).
My heart was thumping because I had *forgotten something on the schedule*. Specifically, I’d forgotten that I’m hosting a seed starting garden club meeting at ten a.m. today, and the person I’d inveigled into presenting would have been there for half an hour without the handouts I was supposed to print out, and without being introduced, and without the lemonade and cookies I’d planned to bring, and I felt horribly guilty and was going to throw my hair in a ponytail and pull on some jeans and jump in my car and race over to the library, which is thankfully only five minutes away, in the hope that I could get to her before her talk ended. And then I woke up, heart thumping.
I might have a few too many things on the schedule right now.
Local folks, you should come to the garden club thing. There will almost certainly actually be lemonade, cookies, and handouts. Main library, small meeting room, 10 a.m. today. Stephanie Wahlquist of West Cook Wild Ones will be talking about seed starting, and I plan to overcome my weird anxiety about seed starting and actually just try starting already, after hearing her talk.
I would like to set small things growing right now.