That's the truth, MM....I sometimes wonder what it's like to just sit down and read a book without a guilty feeling, like I should be doing something else important....Sometimes my better self demands that I just 'read the book' and sometimes life just insists I do some of the other things....We probably all get caught up in that at least sometimes.
One of the little things that I must do is sort out boxes of cookbooks....some I really want to keep, and some can go...and some are probably collectors items, but I don't use them anymore. I must do that because the shelves these were before they landed in boxes are now otherwise gainfully occupied, and it's just stupid to keep them unused in boxes, so......another chore.
It's sorta like sorting pictures in to piles by years and seasons, then sorting them for various family and friend groups, and getting those to those folks, and putting those I'm keeping into all the various notebooks I keep such things in....
When I most enjoy reading is on a nice afternoon, where I can have CZ out with me and he either explores while on his leash, or he just sits and watches whatever critters, large and small, pass by for his amusement. He just makes me laugh....That's his job and he does it just very well! Does Daisy chase the birds from the yard too? Or run to meet the mailman? Or just watch from the driveway as people pass by, both in cars or just walking or running....?
CZ enjoys that too, as we have just gone for a bit of a walk, he's done all the exploring for his little neighborhood that I'll let him do, so both are a bit tired when we come back to the porch. |
