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Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Whining Old Gray Mare

While I am often a practical realist, there are times when I have deluded myself into thinking I am still thirty ... or forty ... or well, you get the idea.

This week has been a foot race, and now my feet hurt.

We had a call to go to a friend's home to meet a repairman for them, because they had to work.  (When you are retired, some people assume you have nothing to do....just saying.)

We had unexpected overnight company.  He called a few hours before arriving asking if it would be ok to "crash at our place" for the night.  What could we say?

He's a nice young man, but unbeknownst to him, we already had company coming the following day, so now it was to be back-to-back guests, with no time to recoup in between.

Sheets to be laundered, the roof to be polished, the garage to be mopped, sidewalks to vacuum.  (Sort of joking.)

Then another friend called from out of state, to say the local water company had called them to tell them to check for a leak here at their home.  Around here the drought is so bad we save saliva, and use spit to water our favorite plants.  Everything else has already bitten the dust.  So off went the LOC* to check on their forbidden water waste. ( I hope the "spring in his step" was not because I was left to do the polishing and shining without his participation.)

Then I attended a meeting wherein I am the "minute taker" - and my minutes were in short supply this week.

Then we had guests for dinner - roast beast with alllll the fixin's.  By now I was seriously limping.  But oh how we laughed at the tales our guest from overseas regaled us with. (I know my modifier is dangling and I am too tired to care.)

Finally, phone calls, emails, and to-do lists for a family event that I am in the midst of planning.

Here was the result of all that hectivity.  Yesterday, I could hardly get up out of my recliner.  But at least I had a recliner.  Thank heavens for small mercies.  Earlier this month the LOC's recliner had given out, was disposed of, and the new one had not yet been delivered. 

Thus, I was without a chair for two weeks, as I graciously loaned him mine. (Graciousness can be faked for two weeks, I have discovered.  Beyond that, I may have been tempted to kick him to the curb, or forced to flop onto his lap.  Either would have been difficult, but I was getting desperate for a comfortable place to sit.)
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So here is my plan for tomorrow - Sunday.  I am going to rest - and rest - and rest - and thank the Lord that, in all His wisdom, He thought to create a special "day of rest" for those of us who do not always have sense enough to pace ourselves.

Of course, that could be because it has temporarily slipped what used to pass for my mind that I am not as young as I used to be. 
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Hope you are resting comfortably this evening and that tomorrow offers you more of the same.  I am shuffling over to my reclaimed recliner where I shall be for the next day, except for a brief trip to church in the morning.  Have a wonderful day of rest - until next time . Your not-so-young gray filly - Marsha
*LOC (Lovable Old Coot - to whom I am married)

14 comments:

  1. My husband and I are retired too and I got some chuckles from this post. Your minutes are in short supply, roast beast, etc. I do love Sunday and go to church for some rejuvenation and then head home for some sweet rest.

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    1. Church was good - and I have not done one thing allllll day. :)

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  2. I am right there with you!!! Louis Dean and I are taking 3 weeks 'off' from all routine structured activities in our life so we can get ON with OURS! I can't believe how BUSY 'retired' people are!!! Hope you get some much needed REST!!

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    1. Linda - You seem about three times busier than I am, so I hope YOU get some rest!

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  3. I hear everybody. You are describing our life over here. Every week I say to DH, next week looks like it may be clear ... And then, oops! Today we went to church, out for breakfast and now are resting. Thanking God we still can get up and go and there are people in our lives to interact with!

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    1. Well, yes, I am glad we can still get up and go, but sometimes my get up and go has "got up and went' as they used to say. :)

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  4. Funny we refer to the "roast beast" here, too. Dad sometimes referred to the Sunday meal as "burnt offering," but we were quick to remind him that had he not preached so long the meat would have been less well-done. If you coined "hectivity" you should copyright it because I will steal it. Great word.

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    1. Vanilla, Loved the pics of your camping and musical trip. And yes, as far as I know, I did coin "hectivity" - as I do not recall reading or seeing it anywhere. And you are welcome to it. :)

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  5. Love it Marsha. I know exactly what you mean about not being as young as you used to be. I clock up 77 next month.

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    1. Hi, Jo
      I am "clocking " up there a little myself, and if the Lord tarries, someday I will be "clocking" where you are. :) Wish me well. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.

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  6. We have roast beast too. :)
    I've had weeks like that and am so thankful for a quiet day when it's all done!

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    1. Hi, mari
      We are not "due" for a quiet day - other than on a Sunday - for about another month. But then ....I plan to check myself into some kind of rehab for workaholics...just saying. :)

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  7. Hectivity? I love it! You are a word-inventerer! Hope that your day of rest was truly restful, I'd be ready for a 12 hour nap after all that activity.

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  8. Jacqueline, Nice to meet you. I would settle for a twelve minute nap, if I could figure out how to work one in. Have a great week. -

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