Summer
doldrums have set in. I’ve lost all motivation to do anything. Inspiration to
write anything has abandoned me… except for this unenthusiastic post. If
breathing was voluntary, I probably wouldn’t bother with that either. I suppose
God designed humans with an involuntary respiration system because He had an
inkling that some of his creations (like me) might get lazy and decide
breathing was just too much to ask.
I
was going to create a new flower bed this spring. Nothing has happened so far.
I’ve stood in the back yard twice with shovel in hand and just can’t bring
myself to start digging. It’s going to be a lot of work from start to finish,
and I sure as heck don’t want to start and not finish. Meanwhile, Sarah found a
place that sells delightful concrete gargoyles, perfect for a flower bed.
I
bought a flat of pink and white dianthus and some snapdragons to plant in my
new flower bed. It’s a blatant case of
putting the cart before the horse because now they are just withering on the
driveway while they wait to be planted. I sometimes wish Gracie would go ahead
and just eat them; I know she wants to.
Maybe
I should invest in a hammock and give in to my inner sloth all summer.
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