February 6, 2016
Imagine I was about to skip the blog today! I was just about to get into the bed when I realized I had forgotten completely about it. Knowing myself as I know, once would lead to twice and then to three times till I’d forget about it on a permanent basis, not that it would be a great loss for the humankind. It’s not like I’m attacking major problems or bringing something that next generation would ponder about.
Anyway, I have made a commitment to myself and usually I like to keep my word.
I know that most of the time nothing happens which is perfectly normal. I am sure that everyone has days when nothing earthshattering takes place. Most my days are like that.
Weekend for me is a time when I indulge myself. That doesn’t mean I’m doing nothing or that I don’t do any kind of work at all but it means that I do everything at a leisured pace.
I may start on working on something and leave it aside for a while so that I could read a book or take a stroll.
I’m always befuddled when I think about my mother, for instance, who on Saturday would start cleaning the house and wouldn’t stop till she finished. I am not the same. I do everything like I have all the time in the world.
In a way, it is not important that the chores are done at once in a timely manner but that they are done in the end. So if I start the housekeeping in the morning and I finish at night, peppering everything with other things in between, who would hold me responsible to that? No one – I have to respond only to myself and considering that I finish in the end, I don’t really bother to ponder on the matter.
Sometimes though there is a nagging thought: time passes by and there are weekend days when I wouldn’t be able to recall what I’ve actually done.
Today, for instance, I know for sure I had a longer stroll in the morning with Rex. He really enjoyed the weather – the air was just a bit nipping, but it doesn’t feel like winter. (No, Maria, I won’t talk about the weather).
I was about to slide on the soft ground as the snow melted and it rendered it too moist now but fortunately, I managed to keep my footing.
I also remember I wasted some time at the computer without achieving anything and I finished a book and started a second one.
We went shopping with Rex, which usually means running in zig-zag like crazy, chasing after buses and making a nuisance for the people passing by. Rex and I waited outside until my daughter did the shopping and I can remember clearly that the wind turned to being vicious but probably because we were in an open area.
Nature has its own means to prettify things and put nice ribbons on them. The most beautiful mushrooms with vivid colors are poisonous as well as some of the plants one might admire. Well, nature gave Rex a cute little head and everybody is drawn to him immediately and feels a need to pat such a cute and sweet little dog. The impression is shattered though when he starts growling and shows his little teeth that actually can do enough damage. Every time I remember about that saying that outside the fence is painted and inside the leopard lies in waiting. All the time I have to caution people that they cannot touch him because he bites and he always turns into a nightmare that erases any cuteness someone could have seen in him.
Today I put aside snatches of time to clean the house and I managed to finish before ten o’clock. It takes a lot of time as the house is not little and I would stop for reading a little and even I took a nap in the afternoon. After all there was no contest and no one would verify when I’ve finished and what I’ve done.
I am not a fun of Sundays as after Sunday is over Monday comes, but Sunday always follows Saturday – it is like clockwork. I am pretty sure I will survive the Sunday as well. I can’t change the week so there’s no point in dragging my feet in living through Sunday. And I am sure I will survive Monday too.
Meanwhile, I am not so sure I’ll survive writing this post. Days sometimes blend one into another and I don’t know if I am not repeating myself. For your sake – the ones still reading these posts, I hope not. No one should be punished so badly.
I will end this post here and have my daughter turn the sound down at the new movie she found.
Astonishing, after hearing of so many continuation of Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice” and so many recounts from various points of view, finally they made a movie with “Pride and Prejudice” with zombies. I understand that at least in this version Lydia is more interesting and less stupid and Jane is less decorative but more pro-active. Regardless, I won’t see this movie. I am pretty sure I can find something else more appealing.
So, see you again tomorrow, if you still have the strength to go through another post like this one.
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