Well, 'Ive been sitting here darn near all day, vowing that I wouldn't, vowing that I would get some work done, but I haven't. I have just been wasting my time, the thing that I'm so good at lately and the thing that keeps me from doing the stuff a proper housewife ought to do, like vacuuming and sweeping the kitchen floor and washing the dishes. Time honored chores that grace the women that do them with a certain status, which I now don't have, because what am I, but a lazy bum, a good for nothing wastrel?
I could be sitting here from the early morning when I get up with the chickens until I go to bed at night after the whole town has watched the late news. Thank goodness there are a few things I need to do that I can't ignore, such as feed the animals and walk the dog and even feed myself, although I do tend to forget that and don't notice that my stomach is very empty and growling and then I only give it some fruit juice, because of my last bad experience with an omelet and with the raisin bread.
I am all out of Brie or Camembert, or I would eat some of that, which reminds me that I have to go to the store tomorrow and that in turn reminds me that I have to check my bank account. You never know who automatically has been withdrawing money from it and I don't want to be surprised. It's a grab all you can party every month and I have to make sure there's enough left over for me. The kind people at the bank don't guard it carefully.
I look at the dust and dirt around me and I can't believe I just live with it. There is dog hair all over the place and a cat just barfed on the area rug and I'll have to clean that up in a while. All the surfaces are covered with dust and ashes from my cigarettes and tobacco crumbs. Look, I'm painting a dire picture on purpose, so you will know that I'm aware of my laziness and the state of my apartment. It can actually be put to rights in no time at all, but I don't feel that I can take the time to do it. Unless a minor miracle happens.
This is the second day that I have not gone down for a nap and that is as amazing to me as it is to you. It makes me think there's something wrong with me. The sofa has been unslept on for two days, although I did try it yesterday, but to no avail. Gandhi is laying there now, no doubt wishing I was there also, so she could lay on my stomach. Cats are funny creatures, they always have to lay on top of you, as if that is more comfortable, which I can't imagine at times. Oh sure, when I have a lap, but when I'm laying on my side and there is only a rib cage?
I have downloaded a weather bar and I can now not only tell you that it is 26 degrees Celcius, but also that it is 78 degrees Fahrenheit. Isn't that a novelty? At first I thought the download hadn't worked, because I was looking at the top bar for it, but then I finally noticed it at the bottom of the screen. Sometimes I'm a little bit slow in catching on with these things. I am only partially gifted.
Well, now the dog is making eyes at me again, so that must mean he wants to go out and it is that time of the evening.
I hope you all have had a nice productive day, which is more than I can say.
Ciao...
8 comments:
i also can talk myself out of doing housework on any given day. much better spending time with the animals, the ones whose dog and cat hair i need to be cleaning up!
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I told you I would get sidetracked today and I have, several times. I did do a few jobs though.
It has rained none stop and I haven't been out anywhere which is not like me at all.
Have a good evening/nite. X
I too have been extremely non-productive since returning from vacation. Part of the problem is that it is so hot, sunny and humid here (very unusual weather for us)- 35 degrees at least. The other problem is my inherent summer laziness. I tell myself how hard I work the rest of the year, I deserve a few weeks to do nothing, but really, entire days lounging around playing on the Internets?!?
keep well dear one.
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I am easily talked out of chores. I save them for the weekend and then work my tail off so it will be dragging on Monday.
I count myself not too swift not finding your weather thing-gummy on your sidebar at all, Irene.
Be gentle with yourself, PLEASE. I hear the voice of the inner dictator, SHE WHO MUST BE OBEYED. Please fire her.
At times like these something is trying to break through. Allow it.
I still see that studio happening....
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As long as the state of your apartment doesn't bother you too much, who cares! I've got a fridge magnet with this on it: 'A clean house is a sign of a wasted life.' Huh, some truth in it I suppose. And when you've got pets it's so much harder to keep things perfectly clean. And who wants perfect any way, eh!
Ah yes, some days I just stare at the dog hair (and cat hair) too!
That's okay. I don't really clean unless we are having company... isn't that bad? ;)
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