Doing laundry *can* help settle the mind – but I still don’t recommend it
I wanted to write a post on Sunday to publish on Monday, but my thoughts bounced around like caffeinated squirrels. (Judging by the activity level of ‘normal’ squirrels, I can only imagine ones on caffeine would be hard to follow.)
Writing didn’t happen because of many things: anxiety over Monday’s dental appointment, not feeling good (after two weeks of tonsillitis), remembering things I have to do since school has started, and deadlines at work that put me on the computer for a couple hours Sunday night. As I folded laundry, though, the idea came to me to write a post as scattered as what I feel – with the common thread of “wisdom” I encountered this past week.
Thank goodness I didn’t have to iron clothes to find peace! (I don’t iron. Ever.)
Sometimes it’s best not to try to understand
Conversation on the first day of school:
Me: “Why don’t you just wear your sweat shorts and t-shirt to school since you have P.E. first hour?”
Older son: “I’m not going to school looking like a slob.” (said with his ‘are-you-an-idiot?’ tone)
Me: “You’d only have to change once, and you’d just have to wear gym clothes on the bus ride.”
Older son: “And recess, too.”
I didn’t say anything else, but did laugh when he came out of his room wearing a different t-shirt and sweat shorts, which he planned to wear all day. I do not claim to know what made these clothes not “slobby”.
Risk is Relative
Or is that, ‘relatives are risky’? Oh, never mind. Conversation with my dad after he spent many hours cursing at working on my computer:
Dad: “I think your network card is bad. A new one is $179, or they have a refurbished one for $22.”
Me: “I’m not spending $179 on a 4-year-old computer. But refurbished? I don’t know… seems risky.”
Dad: “You take a risk buying a new one, but the refurbished is only a $22 risk.”
Perhaps these principles of risk apply to other areas of life; something this risk-avoidant person needs to keep in mind.
My kids can be empathetic (if you’re covered in fur)
My older son put his cat on my lap while I worked at my desk. Sammy didn’t want to be there so she headed toward the desk top. She slipped and dug her claws into my thigh as she slid toward the floor. I shrieked in pain and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck to pull her back onto my lap.
My son ran back into the room. “What happened?”
“She slid down my thigh,” I said between clenched teeth.
“Oh, Sammy! Are you okay?” He asked as he bent down to kiss the kitty.
Don’t worry about me. The blood dries quickly and maybe scars aren’t forever.
What about you – what unexpected things have your discovered recently?
Oh, if you came here looking for some fiction, I’ve got a couple of ideas for a story to post later in the week. I know, ideas aren’t the same as written stories, but I’ll work on that the next couple days 🙂