I am a lazy slug. Ever since retiring, I've been motivated to do
nothing all day.
My wife runs off to her volunteer work caring for hospice
patients, while I stay home debating whether to Google for The Naughty Women of East Germany or fix our leaky toilet. Oh
sure, I did do the dishes today, well I turned the knob to start the
dishwasher. Laundry, the same thing; turn the knob, dump in the soap, start. I
never sort the clothes. Whites, colors, whatever, all go in one load.
I’ve overloaded our washer so many times; the spin cycle serves as
a carnival death-ride for long forgotten socks trapped in dryer limbo. After I put the wash in the dryer, I set the
heat on high in hopes that everything will shrink down to the size of a postage
stamp so I won’t ever have to wash them again.
Stalling to avoid doing anything too productive, I stop and listen
to the hum of the bed sheets in the dryer tying themselves into a tangled ball
as they fight for space.
I begin looking at the books in my office. I read a bit here and
there. I have a moment of inspiration. I stop to eat a banana. Potassium is
good for the heart, I rationalize. Not that I have done anything to wear it out
today, but better safe than sorry.
Done with my snack, I check our email and my Face book page for
the hundredth time today. No one writes or posts to me. I am invisible to the
world. A look-a-chicken moment happens when I spot one of our
neighborhood’s feral cats wandering through our backyard. I race outside,
flailing my arms at it to chase it off before it has time to crap in my garden.
Satisfied I’ve done too much work for one day, I decide to take a
nap. Tomorrow I’ll do more. Really!
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