I was able to sleep in for a bit this morning, which everyone knows is why God, evolution, or whatever deity you follow, made Saturdays to begin with.
When I got up and looked outside I saw that it was one helluva glorious day today. Sunshine, temperatures in the mid ‘70s, hardly any wind. Definitely not a day to stay indoors.
I should point out that I’m not a morning person at all. I found out a long time ago that, left to my own devices, I would stay up until 1:00 a.m. or 1:30 and sleep in until 9:00 or 10:00. In a way this makes it difficult to get up on weekdays at 6:00 a.m., but on the plus side, I’m not really awake until about mid-morning. So, half my workday is practically done –although I may not have a real clear recollection of just what it was I did.
You take the good with the bad.
But I had to have my coffee first. Yep. I’m one of those.
I have to have two or three cups of coffee just to get my heart beating and my lungs functioning properly.
So I sat and drank my coffee and looked out on this really gorgeous day, deciding what I would do.
I noticed the lawn had grown about five feet since my last fall mowing. I should probably take care of that. It had dried enough. I could do that. My 30-year-old Sears lawnmower would be up for it. I’m pretty positive that I will die long before that thing does.
The weeds around the edge of the yard were higher than the grass, so I thought about breaking out the old weed-whacker and taking care of those.
Some of the lawn edging (okay, quite a bit of the edging) had started rotting away, so I needed to replace those. I used those red, timber things because they were cheap, but I did get a lot of mileage out of them.
My German Shepherd, Maggie, was alternately looking at me and the glass door to outside, not so subtly letting me know that she’d be more than happy to run after a stick for a few hours, if I’d be willing to throw it.
My truck hasn’t had a bath in months and it could really use a good wax as well. The interior also needs to be vacuumed and cleaned.
There was a lot of stuff that needed done inside the house too: laundry, the floors, dusting…
So I sipped my coffee and planned my day.
Then I sipped my coffee and checked my email, social stuff, news, and worked on a poem a bit –while I was waking up, of course.
When next I looked, it was 11:00 a.m. I shut down the computer and gazed again at the lawn, the weeds, the borders, my dog (who still continued to stare at me with the intensity that only dogs can do), and my dirty pickup. I also looked again at the floors, the laundry, and the dusting that needed to be done.
So I made myself some breakfast.
You can’t take on those kinds of chores on an empty stomach.
After making and eating my eggs, bacon (the fairy dust of foods), and toast (and drinking a couple of more cups of coffee), I was ready to hit it.
But by then it was almost 12:30.
Suddenly, the lawn, weeds, edging, dog, the dirty pickup, the floors, the laundry, the dusting…it all seemed so overwhelming. And in the back of my mind I knew the grass would grow again, the weeds would spring forth again, other parts of the edging would rot, the clothes would get dirty again, as would the floors and the furniture…
I wasn’t sure where to start first.
So I debated on it and tried to plan a strategy of attack.
Next thing I knew it was past 1:00 p.m.
So I had a beer and checked my email again and my social media stuff again.
Then I took a nap, because I was still a little tired.
Now it’s late afternoon and time for another beer.
Why did I get a house with a yard anyway?
Why did I insist on getting a dog?
Why couldn’t I just hire someone to clean my truck?
Why couldn’t I just wear my clothes another day or two? I mean really, who would notice?
That’s when I reached the point of “Ah, what the hell.”
And started writing my blog and having another beer.
There will be plenty of time to get to all that other stuff tomorrow.
Right?
The only thing is…I never did make it outside, but it looked great through the window.
Be well. --William
When I got up and looked outside I saw that it was one helluva glorious day today. Sunshine, temperatures in the mid ‘70s, hardly any wind. Definitely not a day to stay indoors.
I should point out that I’m not a morning person at all. I found out a long time ago that, left to my own devices, I would stay up until 1:00 a.m. or 1:30 and sleep in until 9:00 or 10:00. In a way this makes it difficult to get up on weekdays at 6:00 a.m., but on the plus side, I’m not really awake until about mid-morning. So, half my workday is practically done –although I may not have a real clear recollection of just what it was I did.
You take the good with the bad.
But I had to have my coffee first. Yep. I’m one of those.
I have to have two or three cups of coffee just to get my heart beating and my lungs functioning properly.
So I sat and drank my coffee and looked out on this really gorgeous day, deciding what I would do.
I noticed the lawn had grown about five feet since my last fall mowing. I should probably take care of that. It had dried enough. I could do that. My 30-year-old Sears lawnmower would be up for it. I’m pretty positive that I will die long before that thing does.
The weeds around the edge of the yard were higher than the grass, so I thought about breaking out the old weed-whacker and taking care of those.
Some of the lawn edging (okay, quite a bit of the edging) had started rotting away, so I needed to replace those. I used those red, timber things because they were cheap, but I did get a lot of mileage out of them.
My German Shepherd, Maggie, was alternately looking at me and the glass door to outside, not so subtly letting me know that she’d be more than happy to run after a stick for a few hours, if I’d be willing to throw it.
My truck hasn’t had a bath in months and it could really use a good wax as well. The interior also needs to be vacuumed and cleaned.
There was a lot of stuff that needed done inside the house too: laundry, the floors, dusting…
So I sipped my coffee and planned my day.
Then I sipped my coffee and checked my email, social stuff, news, and worked on a poem a bit –while I was waking up, of course.
When next I looked, it was 11:00 a.m. I shut down the computer and gazed again at the lawn, the weeds, the borders, my dog (who still continued to stare at me with the intensity that only dogs can do), and my dirty pickup. I also looked again at the floors, the laundry, and the dusting that needed to be done.
So I made myself some breakfast.
You can’t take on those kinds of chores on an empty stomach.
After making and eating my eggs, bacon (the fairy dust of foods), and toast (and drinking a couple of more cups of coffee), I was ready to hit it.
But by then it was almost 12:30.
Suddenly, the lawn, weeds, edging, dog, the dirty pickup, the floors, the laundry, the dusting…it all seemed so overwhelming. And in the back of my mind I knew the grass would grow again, the weeds would spring forth again, other parts of the edging would rot, the clothes would get dirty again, as would the floors and the furniture…
I wasn’t sure where to start first.
So I debated on it and tried to plan a strategy of attack.
Next thing I knew it was past 1:00 p.m.
So I had a beer and checked my email again and my social media stuff again.
Then I took a nap, because I was still a little tired.
Now it’s late afternoon and time for another beer.
Why did I get a house with a yard anyway?
Why did I insist on getting a dog?
Why couldn’t I just hire someone to clean my truck?
Why couldn’t I just wear my clothes another day or two? I mean really, who would notice?
That’s when I reached the point of “Ah, what the hell.”
And started writing my blog and having another beer.
There will be plenty of time to get to all that other stuff tomorrow.
Right?
The only thing is…I never did make it outside, but it looked great through the window.
Be well. --William