I realized earlier today why I keep having Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Many years ago, I recognized that I was not wired to take advantage of Sunday as a productive day. I used to say to myself, “There’s no point in trying to get anything done on a Sunday.” So I let myself off the hook.
Well, lately I have not been letting myself off the hook. Oh, I have not been being productive, obviously not. However, I have been TRYING, sometimes with gritted teeth, to get something, anything done. It has not worked out for me. What was I thinking? You can’t go against nature! At least, I guess you can sometimes. For example, when it gets cold and snows, you can go inside and not freeze to death. That is not the kind of sensible act I am talking about.
I actually did get a couple of things done today. When Steven came home from work, he wanted to finish the outdoor work I started yesterday. I went out and got to work while he changed his clothes, and we finished it together. Well, technically, he finished it, because my sister Cheryl called while we were working, and as you may know, I feel it is important to talk to family members when possible. Still, I helped (and if you just flashed on the old Shake-n-Bake ad, sorry).
A little later, Steven and I drove to Ilion and took a nice walk in Russell Park. I must write a blog post about that place. I had never been there, and it is really cool. When we got home, I started cooking supper. Yes, I said cooking; getting us dinner did not involve dialing a phone (which I always make Steven do anyways).
Now I have composed some semblance of a blog post. I call these things a modicum of usefulness (and I have the added advantage of using the word modicum in a sentence, something most of us don’t get to do every day).
And what of my plan to become more productive and finish that damn novel? I’m still working on it. Right now I feel it is time to move on to the movie-watching portion of the day. After all, there’s no point in trying to do anything on a Sunday.
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