It began innocently enough. Mend an article of clothing or clear a path in the snow for household members. Wouldn’t want someone to catch pneumonia from walking through six inches of snow, in a snow storm, now would I? How cruel do you think I am? Exactly.
Feed the dog and cats, then shovel. And, hey, might as well shovel a path to the cars, and clear off some of the snow. And throw a few snowballs at the dog. Nose running (you’re welcome) and the dog ready and willing to fly down the basement at the opening of the back door, we were done in more ways than one.
Mending. Must.mend. Oh, the humidifier needs to be cleaned! I missed cleaning it last week so it surely needs to be done, right now. This definitely comes before sewing. Definitely.
Then, a lull in the storm. Huh, good time as any to clean out the drive with the snowblower. Yep. After many attempts to keep said machine running, after I figured out where in the world to put in the key, I was “happily” blowing snow. The dog thought this was all for him, of course, as he thought it was fun to either catch the snow or run a head of the snow. Or get in my way — same thing.
As I was fighting the snowblower, I decided this counts as a workout. No treadmill for me today. Win-win. I mean, why double up on the cardio at my age. Oh, wait…
Walking past the item to mend (yes, it was “only” one item–don’t judge me), I remember I threw bed sheets in the washing machine before shoveling the sidewalk. In the dryer they flew. Need to wash the blankets. If you’re going to have clean sheets on the bed, you must have clean blankies. It’s a rule.
Edit, I need to edit my book. It won’t edit itself. Oh, wait, need to read the chapters sent to me by oldest daughter who finished her book. Beta-readers unite! Quietly. So I can read. And concentrate.
I eat an early lunch because “cardio” snow-blowing and move on to editing. But, need a cup of coffee first. With creamer. Now editing. Why is the dog barking? Need to look out the window. Wait, what????!!!! I hear the snowplow coming down our road for the first time today. At noon. This requires watching to make sure it is real! It is. It does exist!
Okay, editing my book. It is going good and then I realize I should call my dad and make sure he is okay. By now it is 2:00. Prime nap-taking time if there ever was any. I take the chance. I think I woke him by the sound of his voice but he says he is making cookies and was getting a pan out of the oven.
I ask dad if I should come over and get his mail for him. He says he can drive out to the mailbox. I ask again. He tells me the same story. I ask if Hubs should stop on his way home from work and get his mail for him. He says he can do it…a little more forcefully this time. I drop it. Obviously his ninety-year-old brain was not picking up on the I’ll come over and get your mail code which would have actually become, Give me all your cookies. Wait, maybe his ninety-year-old brain really was on to me after all.
I’ve been tricked! Do we have any chocolate in this house? Or cookies? Cupboard doors open, close and a loud sigh is heard throughout the world.
Hubs will be home in less than an hour so I begrudgingly get the item which needed mending. I get out the thread, needle, and scissors. Slowly. Sadly. Wait, the mail person just dropped off the mail in our mailbox (across the road). I need to get the mail before Hubs gets home. I can do that for him. I have the day off of work so I can surely get the mail so he doesn’t have to. Yep. I’m that good wife. And, the sidewalk needs to be cleared again since it is getting warmer and the snow stopped. Gotta get that clear.
With ten minutes to go until he arrive home, I bravely thread the needle and plunge into the mending.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is you to avoid sewing/mending for as long as possible. Or maybe how to avoid editing? Hmmm…(shrugs shoulders) either way, you’re welcome.
P.S. Did you know I hate to sew?