I wonder if procrastination is in our DNA? (If you’re up there with my mother, please don’t let her hear that!). I have it, my son has it – my daughter, not so much. It baffles me, the things I put off and off and off – nothing difficult, so why do I do it? Getting clothes into the washer is not hard and I do that readily – the dryer might take a little longer, but it’s because I don’t hear the washer chime and short-term memory doesn’t happen around here. Getting the clothes out of the dryer – that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Dusting – another one of those “later” things. Possibly because it’s a thankless job – I do it, the stuff comes back in short order – why bother? Vacuuming – close to the same, but with an added excuse – my back really dislikes that chore. Of course, if I would do my yoga instead of putting it off. . .
This is a “wandering” thing. I watched parts of the football championship playoffs yesterday, because I seem to become more interested in professional sports when championships are on the line. The teams I was rooting for both lost – both of them. That seems frightfully unfair to me, because now I have no one to cheer on at the Super Bowl. I might as well simply crawl into a hole that day.
Oh by the way – the dishes in my kitchen sink and on the counter next to it aren’t there because I procrastinated – they are scheduled to be washed this morning. It’s just not time yet. Yes, I have a dishwasher, but there are things that don’t go into the dishwasher in my house.
Wandering some more – I’m eating more plant-based now, but there are some things that would make life incomplete – like omitting all dairy things such as cheeses. That would be a hardship no one should have to suffer. So I decorated my China Study cookbook Sweet Potato Enchiladas (with black beans) with Monterey Jack cheese yesterday. It was a worthwhile addition, take my word! Then there’s the snack time cream cheese or Neufchâtel cheese with my daughter’s cranberry/pepper jelly and crackers. . .
The stack of newspapers on the table next to my chair in this room that I collected when I picked up my neighbors’ mail while they were gone? Well, they’re waiting to be carried to the garage for future fire-starting – which might happen today because the wet stuff isn’t falling from the sky anymore. There’s a serious risk of melting if I go out in wet stuff, you know.
One thing in this household that does not get put off – feeding the Shasta girl. She doesn’t allow it, being a very persistent pest when she chooses to.
I watched the first episode of Marie Kondo’s tidiness series on Netflix last night. Rather discouraging that I find I already do most of what she says, in that I have been sorting and reorganizing lately. We won’t discuss my craft room however, which seems to be where things go when they don’t seem to have a real home. Or need to get taken out to an outbuilding or the trash bin, but you know, it’s raining or snowing. I don’t fold my clothes in the same way she does, and I don’t say thank you to my clothes as they go in the time to move on piles. I also don’t get those piles moved on as quickly as I should. So okay, I wouldn’t pass Marie’s tests. But I might come close in some areas. Maybe. My spice drawer is good.
This morning we have sunshine, which doesn’t happen as often as I’d like in the winter. I like when it shows its face over the hill behind me, because it makes the world glow. Glowing is good.