I can’t sit still. I blame my parents. On top of Nature, they sandbagged me with Nurture. They inflicted me with the inability to ignore what needs doing. I hate it! I grew up learning to clean it up, use it up, and mend it as long as possible. Just one time, I’d like to get up in the morning, decide it’s a lazy day, and then just lie around reading, petting the dog, or lying in the hammock, unconcerned about making the bed, vacuuming, cleaning the stove, or ironing. Once I note a task that needs doing, it’s written in stone on my little bitty brain.
Yesterday, I woke feeling droopy. Over coffee, I told Bud I thought I’d take the day off. The house looked pretty tidy. It would do fine. Before I got started relaxing, I decided to strip the bed and wash the sheets. As I passed through to the laundry, I noted tomatoes on the kitchen counter and remembered my plans to can chili. Forgetting my lazy day plans, I got right to it, chopping onions and peppers. I ended up with twelve quarts of chili before noon. While the chili was in the canner, I vacuumed and scrubbed the bathroom.
As I remade the bed, I pulled out a quilt Buzzy had chewed a quarter-sized hole in. He haddn’t done anything like that since he was a pup. The quilt was several years old but too good to discard. I felt compelled to patch. I didn’t totally match, but I couldn’t forget about the hole till it was patched. it would be so much easier to discard it, but I just can’t toss an old friend that can be salvaged.
Okay, so I blew my lazy day. Last night, I noticed my stove needs scrubbing and my patio needs a cleaning. Looks like I’m set for tomorrow.