Not a minute wasted
Some day, I may look back and wish I’d done more. That old “Not a minute to waste, eh!” model of existence. Or maybe not; after all, a warm clean bed is its own reward. Today, I did some laundry. Full stop.
When I was young(er), the song I’d Love To Change The World made it to hit status. I knew the lyrics, and if there had been karaoke in my world, it would have been a good choice. However (not unfortunately), I may not have made such a difference in the daily life. Ask around, and get back to me. There’s still a chance, since the premier’s position is open on the Island, but the cost of an entry form is exaggerated. Let’s leave that option aside.
The dog, of course, thinks I’m marvelous. Someone to feed him at daylight, and let him out and in and out and in with barely any more acknowledgement than a quick wag of the tail. He’s perfecting a sort of a four-pawed leap that catches me by surprise if my attention turns to something else while on my chair.
Ah yes, my chair. The recliner that doesn’t (need to). Should I beg for something fancier, or just go with the available and familiar? Put it in the basement (with a window view), or front and center before the TV. That’s also a topic of conversation; we’re going to have to learn to live with satellite, given the lack of a cable feed in the area. Do I really want to pay for five identical CBC channels? Maybe it’s time to unplug…
