Monday, February 2, 2009
I am having one of those completely unproductive days. I'm just not feeling any love for the laundry pile that covers the couch in my bedroom (hey, it's clean, and no one has ever died from wearing wrinkled clothes), and I'm certainly opposed to all things grime and dust. I've tried rolling right AND left, and it seems that both sides of the bed are the wrong side to wake up on. I SHOULD try to tackle the pile of papers in my office that threatens to overtake me on a daily basis. Again, just not feeling it.
Do you think our ancestors on the prairies of this GREAT LAND ever had days like this? Probably, but without the luxury of whining about it. I just can't imagine great, great aunt Mabel (names have been changed to protect our good family name) expressing her discontent at having to milk yet ANOTHER cow to her hard-working hubby. Although, she may have uttered a disgusted sigh at seeing yet ANOTHER pile of dungarees that needed beating up against a rock in the river. That was a 1/2 mile walk from the farm. Up hill, both ways. In the snow.
When compared to the obstacles of previous generations, my lack of enthusiasm over doing chores in my beautiful, a/c cooled, gas-heated home seems a bit...pathetic.
On that note, I think I'll put on my happy face, change my attitude, and go clean something! And after I feel that I've earned it, I will return to Blogland, the land of milk, honey, fabulous stories and recipes that my children's children will one day pass down tales about ("Did you know that one day great-great grandma surfed the net and visited 100 blogs of people she didn't even know and left them ALL comments?").