Although it is a Sunday, and officially a day of rest, I am doing the chores because I had been lying down on the job these last few days and had not got around to them. I very cheerfully started off with three days worth of dishes and they looked a bit daunting to start with, but when I was halfway through them, I had gotten up to the proper speed and I was ready to tackle whatever came next. The washing machine is churning away now after I collected as much laundry as I could and I have folded and put away what was on the clothing rack.
It seems impossible that I am having fun doing these boring chores, but I am actually enjoying myself. I am going to strip my bed next so I will have the pleasure of sleeping under clean covers tonight. I am doing whatever I can to make my surroundings as pleasant as possible and my living experience the optimal I can make it. With a bit of imagination, I will think of other things to do that will bring that about.
Of course, I am not going to create so much work for myself that it stops being fun. The whole point is to enjoy myself and that does not mean a day of drudgery. And I also have to remember to very much live in the moment and to not plan my day too much ahead of time. It would spoil all the fun if I tried to live it according to some sort of tight schedule.
The less nice thing is that it is a wet gray day outside and not one that makes me want to go for long walks with Tyke.That would definitely not be an enjoyable thing to do, though getting a bit wet is not the worst part. It is the cold wind that blows that is the worst. I am grateful for hot cups of coffee on a day like this. Cold lemonade just does not cut it.
3 comments:
Lovely you are up and attem again Irene. We all need downtime and often don't realize it. Guilty here too :)
XO
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Glad you are getting pleasure from the simple acts of cleaning up. Although I don't enjoy chores, I love the feeling of satisfaction afterwards.
Just got in from some shopping before the sky emptied down hail stones and strong gusts of wind. The sky's gone black!
Phew! Saved a soaking.
Maggie x
Nuts in May
Wow! You are a writer and a very good writer. Getting right to the meat of it - right to the bottom line. I happened to read your comment about your daughter in The Other Side of Sixty. You said you still hadn't figured out why your daughter rejects you [I am paraphrasing] and I came to your blog because I wanted to say it might have more to do with her genes than with your personality.
I say this because I come from a thoroughly dysfunctional mentally unstable background. My daughters [one 58 the other 60] find me terribly lacking and don't spend any amount of time trying to disguise their feelings. Sixties kids they were and are.
The only way I can rationalize and/or bare this is to accept the fact that we are all fcuking nuts and none of us are really to blame. The fact is if I had known then what I know now I would never have had children and I don't like seeing my grandchildren having children. For whatever reason [was it intermarriage between my great great grandparents? There was intermarriage] we are cursed.
I came to tell you not to blame yourself and I find out you are also fcuking nuts!! As am I with the papers to prove it - 13 years I spent sitting across from my shrink - the 5 years spent with prozac - the seldom taken anti depressant now.
Honey its not our fault. It is the luck of the draw. In my opinion, after reading 2 and a bit of your posts you are a hellishly talented survivor. A writer at the very core of your being.
Isn't the internet a wonderful place!
I hope I haven't said anything disturbing but if I have just mark it down to MY genes!
take care and good health in 2014,
Betty
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