On my way to pick up the mail outdoors, I noticed the water dish for the dogs was low, so I stopped to fill it. On my way to turn on the water, the outdoor cat required some attention, so I stopped to pick her up to lift her to the top shelf in the garage where I had placed her dish so the dogs wouldn’t eat it.
As I was picking up the cat, the empty cartons I’m saving for the garage sale at church had toppled over so I stopped to get them off the ground and placed them on the lower shelf so they wouldn’t get wet on the concrete slab.
Once that chore was completed, I thought about cleaning the car windows as they had picked up some bugs during my trips. I entered the laundry room in search of a rag and window cleaner when I noticed the laundry was ready to be placed in the dryer. Once the clothes were in, I started another load to get ahead of my day.
On top of the folding table, I noticed a sock which needed mending, as I had found a hole in the toe, so I picked up a needle and thread and started to mend the hole in the sock, when I noticed I hadn’t picked up the trash in the laundry room that morning, so I went to the kitchen to find a plastic bag for the trash. Since I was picking up trash, I thought to go into the office and clear the paper basket which was overflowing with old papers after I cleaned out the file cabinet.
On my way back to the kitchen to pick up the trash, my phone rang, so I picked it up and heard a telemarketer trying to sell me a place in the cemetery, which I refused to buy because I’m not ready to kick the bucket yet. Which got me to thinking I better write a check to the church’s cemetery before the price goes up during the summer.
After I wrote the check, I put a stamp on the envelope and put it on the counter to take to the mailbox later; after I completed all the chores, I remembered I needed to pay some bills. While writing some checks, the trash man arrived; I had a bag of trash sitting in the kitchen ready to be taken outside, so I ran and delivered to the man myself before he departed.
The trash man left the container in the middle of the driveway, and I thought I better move it, before Grumpy drives over it and crushes it. Grumpy is a great driver, but sometimes he doesn’t pay attention and runs over things and then he expects me to pick them up later. Better do it before Grumpy arrives.
At this point, I have not picked up the mail, have not put water for the dogs, have not cleaned the car windows, have not mended the sock, have not finished the laundry, or completed any of my chores. I wonder where the day goes, and why I’m so tired already.
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