(Storm Clouds over the Kansas Prairie)
Monday morning started out cloudy and rainy. I wasn't ready to let go of the sunshine we had during the last couple weeks of Indian Summer.
I had a one o'clock appointment with plenty of time to get ready. Then I got distracted, or rather, the computer distracted me. You know how it works--I was just going to sit down for about fifteen minutes and check email? Yeah, right! Time goes so fast when I'm having fun, and before I knew it I had less than an hour to fix my hair, get dressed, get my stuff together, and make the thirty-minute drive to Wichita. Driving seventy mph through heavy rain showers isn't my idea of fun, but I made it to the appointment on time.
Did I mention I didn't get the dirty dishes washed that had been by the kitchen sink since Saturday evening? Or the laundry that needed folding, and a couple of loads that must be washed if I want something clean to wear. I might as well admit that I have several shirts hanging on the ironing board in the spare room that have been haunting me for the past two weeks. Then there's that article I need to write for our church women's newsletter. I've been swirling around ideas in my head, but have yet to regurgitate them on paper intelligibly. Oh, shoot, I need to call my sis who got back last week from a one-month vacation.
I started an email to my brother in Chicago who responded to an article I sent him about his choice for president. Of course, we're on opposite ends of the spectrum which leads to a lot of heated discussions. I don't know why I bother, especially since I hate politics! Maybe I'll just forget about the email.
Yep, during those two hours I messed around on the 'puter, I could have finished half of my to-do list and gotten a good start on the other half.
Thankfully, I have a reliable car which I enjoy driving. I can create my own little world with my choice of music or with complete silence to allow my thoughts to take wing. I enjoy classical music because it heightens my reverie without the vexation of human verbosity. Songs without words are the best.
Finally, when my hubby came home that evening, I bombarded him with the way my Monday went, and vented all the feelings that had accumulated over the last four days--which were crowded with so many activities I didn't take time to think or feel. The warm sudsy dishwater, or was it the caffeine-loaded drink I had at the coffee shop that afternoon, just seemed to loose my tongue. It was a rather lousy day, but it ended well. I'm so very grateful for a patient and loving hubby.
I'm certain there's a verse from Proverbs that sums up what I learned. The only one that comes to mind is Proverbs 31:27, "She [the capable wife] looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness."