Well, it's the typical Friday flood, that drowning of laundry and housework that has piled up all week and makes me feel like we will never catch up. It seems there is no end to vacuuming, cleaning the cat pans, washing clothes, putting clothes away, doing dishes, sweeping the floor, cooking, cleaning the bathrooms and general picking up. There's exercise to take care of, appointments to make, work to accomplish, and exhaustion to contend with. To boot, it's PMS week. Hey, no wonder I'm feeling the effects.
My fantasy, as usual, is to have cleaners come in on Fridays and sweep away the visual confusion that a messy house brings on.
I know I write about this a lot. I need fresh material. How about those blue tablets that help keep the toilet looking fresh? Now there's a good invention, eh? I wonder who thought THOSE up? I bet that person is a
gazillionaire. If I could devise an auto-cleaner with artificial intelligence, I'd be more than a
gazillionaire. Then I could give away huge amounts of money, make sure there aren't any homeless people and contribute to the general cleanliness of the nation. I guess they'd call that a robot, eh? And I guess the house cleaners would be upset at me because I would put them out of a job. Well, I don't know. It will take a little more thought, and come to think about it, more technology than I can devise.
I'm having a serious writing week, aren't I? Well, in between, I've been making cards for Walter Reed patients which is relaxing. I did take a walk in the Battlefields (on the day I said I would go to the gym, but I really needed to get outside into the open air despite my just getting over a vicious cold).
So here's something fun: touch your nose with your tongue. Lick your elbow. Stand on one foot and then try to get in a push-up position.
Better yet, watch your younger child feed the "puppy" a
chewie bone. That doesn't mean she hands the bone to the dog. It means she holds it while the dog chews on it. Now, if that doesn't give you an indication of how spoiled our pets are, then nothing will!
Well, off to the wild world of....something. I have to figure out how to begin....or where to begin. Sometimes, beginning what seems overwhelming is the hardest part of all. Break it down into segments, Katherine...come on. You know it's easier that way!
