Stories from my Sketchbook . . .

Do you want to know what I did last weekend?  Nothing.  Nada.  Zip.  Zero. Naught.  No.Thing.

Well—when I say nothing, I mean nothing ‘productive’.  I didn’t do any ‘chores’.  I didn’t do anything I ‘should’ have done.  I didn’t do anything I didn’t have to do. And I enjoyed every minute of not doing any of it.

There, I admit it.  I’m a lazy, lazy person.  I know we aren’t really supposed to admit that sort of thing about ourselves, but there it is.

I walk the dogs every day, twice a day, because they need the exercise, it is good for them and because, quite honestly, they make me crazy if I don’t.  Would I bother to go out walking twice a day if it were just me?  I very much doubt it.

I also exercise myself every day—but only because I would be the size of a house if I didn’t.  (How do I know?  Well, I’ve been there folks.)  Do I enjoy exercising every day?  Nope.  I would 100% prefer not to have to do it.  (I do enjoy not being the size of a house any more though, so it’s a means to an end.)

I go to work because I need to pay the rent, and the bills, and feed myself and the dogs.  Would I give up working full-time tomorrow if I could afford to?  Absolutely.  (Don’t worry.  My boss and I have already had this conversation and she knows it isn’t personal.  She also knows I can’t afford to give up working any time soon.)

So, if I had my choice I would be ‘resting before I got tired’ much more often . . . and I’ll bet I’m not the only one out there.  Why don’t you put your feet up and join me?  Go on.  You know you want to . . .

We’re busy doin’ nothin’
Workin’ the whole day through
Tryin’ to find lots of things not to do
We’re busy goin’ nowhere
Isn’t it just a crime
We’d like to be unhappy, but
We never do have the time

I have to watch the river
To see that it doesn’t stop
And stick around the rosebuds
So they’ll know when to pop
And keep the crickets cheerful
They’re really a solemn bunch
Hustle, bustle
And only an hour for lunch

La-la-la-la-la-la
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