We've had some wicked, wicked storms here in Hoosierville, but thankfully Chez Spinster has been spared so much as a leaf on the lawn or the lights flickering. I was sure we were in for it last night and was contemplating heading to the guest bath for cover, but it passed pretty quickly and Ibefore I knew it, was wrapped up in Housewives.
I did, however, discover that little Bosco is simply terrified of thunder and lightning, so he and I huddled together and whispered to each other while Stewey snoozed...obliviously...nearby. I told Bosco the story about the angels bowling, which is what my dad used to tell me during a storm. We would sit in his chair together and Dad would say "OK, here comes a strike!" and then we would cheer like crazy while the house shook and the sky lit up. (I never really did get a good answer about those lights...Dad said that the boss angel didn't know how to bowl, so he stood at the light switch and flippped it on and off so that he could feel like he was part of the fun, but I was suspect.)
Today is supposed to be a housecleaning and laundry day, but I'm not sure I have the energy for it. I know that if I just buckle down and get it done I'll feel better, but the thought of all of that sweating and grunting and scrubbing and cursing makes me tired just thinking about it. What the heck happened to the spinster that used to set aside four hours every Saturday to clean her house like an Amish woman? I used to be able to do that, run errands, and still manage to go out to dinner and a movie!
I was also 22 years old when I did that.
This whole "learning to live with moderation" thing completely escapes me. I keep remembering my friend Dr. Dan telling me to "Just find the grey, Coni! Just find the grey!" in an effort to get me to stop careening from full throttle to comatose, but, what can I say? I'm apparently a very slow learner.
So methinks today I will try to do a few things instead of many and I'll have a good soak in an epsom salt bath and I'll drink lots of water instead of Crystal Lite and then, blissfully, I'll get back to the Happy Chair for a little Thursday night stitching.
How about you? What's on your agenda for the day?