Friday, June 23, 2017
A Thousand Small Jobs...
So much of my time
is 'frittered away...'
with a thousand
Load and unload.
Refill the soap containers.
Refill the salt.
Wipe the floor.
Shut the door.
Let the dog in.
Refill my phone.
Trim my nails then
wash my hair...
Wash (and re-wash) my clothes...
Give the cats water.
Feed the lizard, Wrastle
and sift through his sand...
Then, the god-awful
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What, then, are your 'thousand small jobs?'ReplyDelete
That face is a look of horror.ReplyDelete
Daily devotional, read blogs, search Facebook, feed dogs, feed cats, feed guinea fowl, vacuum, clean kitchen, exercise, and that is all before 8:00:-)ReplyDelete
Grannie Annie, Well, at least you got some reading in there!!! Well doneDelete
Frittering...that always reminds me of the song "Trouble in River City" from "The Music Man".ReplyDelete
EVERYTHING reminds me of a song!
The cat litter job is never ending.
My husband and I wear masks and gloves...Delete
It is just like that, isn't it?ReplyDelete
Lynn! So glad to 'see' you here! Yes, it surely is. I think about it a lot...(about the mundane things we do...over and over and then yet again!) :DDelete