February 5, 2010

  • Sometimes Life Is Just.....Living.


    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    It struck me today that, for the most part, everyone's days are pretty much routine.  It may be different from mine since I no longer have to worry about getting ready for work or getting kids off to school but there are just certain things we do that don't change.  Even on weekends (which most people have off). 

    You get up, head for the coffee pot (at least I do ), get that started and then you head for the bathroom.  Sometimes, the bathroom comes first if you are my age THEN head for the coffee pot.  You do whatever you must do the first thing in the morning.  If you work, that sometimes means a shower, perhaps blowdrying your hair, applying makeup, etc.  Mundane.  Repetitive.  BOOOOORRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!

    Somewhere along the line, you get to drink that coffee or gulp it down.  Put it in a travel cup and head out for the day.  You work.  For me, that means I do things like making my bed, dust mopping the floor, dusting the tables, shelves, etc.  I usually pull things out of the freezer that I intend to make for dinner and put them on a cutting board to defrost during the day.  Then I hit my computer room.  I turn on my computer, the TV and head for Pogo.  I check to see who is on Yahoo Messenger on my friends and family lists.  Then I play my *daily* games.  Later, I make something for lunch.  Later still, I make dinner.  In between, I am on my computer reading up on the news, the weather forecast for different areas of the country where I have friends and family.  I also have a couple blogs I read. 

    While this is going on, the Beast is doing his *thing* of the day.  His day has some mundane things going on, too.  Right now, he is the one that turns on the fireplace in the morning and the baseboard heaters.  Once the rooms warm up to the level he's had the thermostat turned to, he turns that up to a more reasonable temperature so it doesn't struggle trying to heat the house.  He watches that carefully.

    I could go on-and-on but I swear, he keeps coming up with new projects for two main reasons.  #1:  He is afraid when he runs out of the said projects, he will die.  #2:  Because he HATES living a boring, mundane existence.

    It certainly makes MY life interesting at times.  **Insert sarcastic look here**  It's why he keeps filling up our property with all kinds of trees.  He likes the idea of growing fruit trees BUT...he is bound to fail at this for the most part because he refuses to do some of the things he should be doing.  Like pruning the trees.  He wants growth so much that he ignores what all the internet information says AND what the nursery workers tell him he should do.  I looked at some of the trees and pointed out areas where branches were crossing and such and he just ignored me although he KNOWS those should be pruned.

    His peach trees should have been pruned at the top to force proper growth of the trunk and lower branches.  Did he do it?  Of course not.  Even though I took him past a peach orchard where trees approximately the same size/age of ours to show him how they did it.  He just doesn't use his head to understand that it makes the trunk strong and the branches, also.  That way they can hold a lot of fruit on them without injury to the tree.  It's what makes me nuts about him.  So, I try to ignore what he does.  Let him learn the hard way.

    He bought another tree today.  At least I THINK it was just one.  *Sigh*  We only have an acre of land here.  We already have 30 trees on it.  The space is all measured between them to allow for growth.  One day, it MAY be a jungle out there.  Well, a forest of fruit trees.

    Some people (and we all probably know one  or two of them) need excitement in their lives constantly.  They create it one way or another.  Everything is either a disaster or it sets your hair on end.   I wouldn't want to live like that, TYVM.  Somehow, the mundane seems...well, comfortable.  I like the little pleasures.  Enjoying hearing about a happy event of a neighbor, family, friend.  Hearing your grandbaby recite her ABC's correctly, or her numbers, and getting it right.  Attending a baptism of a baby or a wedding.  Watching a movie that makes you cry....or laugh.  Sewing something for someone and watching them try it on and be happy about it.  Crocheting or knitting something for someone and they love it.  Those are all simple pleasures.  I'll take one of those, one of those......

    I yell at the dog when I am dust mopping and it's full of dog hair.  I swear, this dog should be totally hairless with what I mop up in a week.  And I am not counting the hairs I can see on my comforters, sheets and couches.  I pull out the lint screen on my dryer and find it full of dog hairs.  Sometimes, there are more dog hairs than lint. 

    Oh well, back to the mundane.  It's time to straighten up the kitchen, put the dishes into the dishwasher and wipe everything down.  Just a part of my boring life.  But, you know what?  I like it.