No more procrastination.
You know all those things that I was psyching myself into finally doing now that it's a new year? Well, I've started doing them, and I HATE NOT PROCRASTINATING.
But aren't these the sort of things that when you finally do them, you feel a lot better? And if you don't, you still get to give yourself some sort of present, because you have to make the awful phone calls because your husband won't, even though it's his fault it all has to be done in the first place? And yet, my reward might end up being Cleaning the House, because that's getting out of control. DAMN YOU, 2007!
Love,
Ruth
1 comment:
Hmmm. Yep, sometimes the only reward is: you have finished with one item that wasn't fun, which puts you face to face with the next in line and it is, oh geez! Clean the House. BUT, every so often the un-fun thing you accomplished is so bad that cleaning the house approaches the rank of delightful. Disbudding the kids used to do that for me. Or castrating. The nervous chores. The chores where for a few moments before and after the fact your heart was sweating. Man, after that, get out the Murphy's Oil Soap and the ladder and wash down the high areas of the kitchen cabinets! Easy peasy by comparison, and no one dies on you unless you fall off the ladder and do it to yourself.
I love your weedy photo. Kinda blowy up on Turtle Hill, isn't it? All the leaves have dried leaning away from the wind.... nice job.
I ran into Maddy Beasoleil in the co-op today, and we talked about her Scottish Highland cattle ( soon to calve) and how she plans to milk them. And get 2 doe Nubians in the spring. If I go visit her barn, I can't promise I will remain goatless. Perhaps I will learn AI, which means I could manage with 2 does, too... but then, what will we put in the buck house, a pig?
love, mom
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