This last week has been stressful with TWA sitting in the number 1 spot. Dropping to 2 is almost a relief. You knew it was going to happen at some point, that is the merciless way of the Amazon ranking system, and now I can just relax and enjoy the fact that all three are happily together in the top 10. No pressure. Thank you all for your continued support.
I need to get an early start on today. I have to do my weeks fruit and veggie prep, early, with hopes that the outside temperature will rise high enough to allow me to pry loose a prodigious amount of frozen mule muffins in short window this afternoon before the sun leaves us and the temperatures drop again. That all needs to happen today because I need to bite the bullet and clean the basement tomorrow. Now that is a harrowing thought.
I would rather shovel frozen shit all day long than perform any kind of house cleaning.
I’m not a details kind of guy. And to do a great job at cleaning your house, the devil is in the details.
And Claire and Honey like to stop by the back door and taunt me while I sweep and vacuum and wash. They are like Anastasia and Drizella Tremaine, Cinderella’s step-sisters, laughing away while I toil.
Luckily, the vaccum sends the dogs scurrying upstairs.
And Lisa keeps a white glove available at all times for inspection purposes.
So any relief to the pressure I suffered waiting for the books ranking to sort itself out, has just been replaced by the pressure that is mounting by just the idea that I need to make the basement spotless tomorrow. Cool comfort indeed.
But the basement is my lair, I have let it go to seed while I focused on my law, writing and mules. It’s my mess to clean. No excuses.
Of course, if I win Lotto tonight all bets are off, and I will have hired a coterie of cute French maids (yes, I know, I’m toxically male) to handle the work for me. And I do mean real French, accents and all, I’ll fly them in on the private jet I will quickly purchase with my lotto winnings. Mon dieu!
It could happen.
But until that reprieve comes in, I need to get moving.
I have a kitty to cuddle, rounds to make and some pre-torture on the treadmill.
Then the whole weekend’s chores in one day, just so I can clean tomorrow.
If there is no blog tomorrow, I’ve run away with my mules, and maybe my French maids.
Note to self – buy a big jet.
In the mean time, you fine, five readers take care of your Saturday chores, then enjoy the weekend.
But most of all, have a great day.
Always an entertaining read from you Tom. Good luck with the basement cleaning.
Have fun today my friend.
Don’t forget about me—the other half of your writer personality. Send the jet. I’m five miles from an international airport.
Christy, I figured, given what goes on in our collective Yin-Yang mind, that you would be flyiing the jet.
As you are flying your jet over North central Kansas, do a couple of loops. The residual curly-cue vapor trail will hang there for several hours. It will give us something to contemplate besides our various farm, ranch & small-town chores and the semi-latent thoughts about the craziness in the cities, the inane people on TV and in politics. Yes, a clurly-cue in near-space would be a nice distraction.
Will do! I’ll make them do a pretzel so you know its us.
Cinderfella, you rock! May the force be with you.