The Doing...is the Hardest Part

The perpetual doing is getting to me these days. The rat race has hit, full force fall edition, these past few weeks. And I couldn't help but notice that yesterday was so illustrative. On a day we finally had "free" we had to go get some groceries, since the prior weekend was busy as well, and we had just grabbed the essentials. It left this weekend ripe for the dreaded "big shop," and we dropped about $300 at the grocery store. We went, and we did, and on the way home we had to get Chinese, because to face cooking after all that shopping was just unimaginable.

We got home, and in our absence the kids had kept the laundry running, but the washer, or utility sink, had and issue, and overflowed. They handled the situation pretty well, but then cleaning the mess led to a full pull out of the "laundry/mud/entry/dump everything room," and what consumed our Saturday night is still where we are today. Within that job, I have come across a favorite pair of boots that have collected substantial mildew in their not so ideal summer storage spot, and I am on to trying to fix that.

Trying to patch the unpatchable, fix the unfixable, finish the unfinishable. I guess life is about the unfinishable, about the doing, but it just is so never ending at times. Once the groceries are bought, they are eaten, and must be bought again. Once the laundry is done, it is folded, and perhaps even put away. But then it is worn, and the never-ending process repeats. Once a season ends, the switch of clothes and supplies must happen, and will happen, around 4 months later, once again.

I know I should achieve zen, and create a mantra. I know that in the doing I should find peace, but today, I just am annoyed. Today I am just hunkered down in the mildew.

Funny, I walked away from this post for a while and in the interim, the washer issue reared its ugly head again. What we thought was an overflow caused by a sock blocking the sink drain, was actually a leak in a pipe in the wall. It overflowed, again, this time leaking into the first floor bathroom as well. This time, messing up the JUST cleaned up and shampooed utility room carpet. Creating yet another episode of doing. And ya know, right now I am almost at the point of laughing it off. Appaerently this is life right now. Music is playing as we work, and Tom Petty croons that the waiting is the hardest part. Seems to me, it is actually the doing. As busy as I am, should I call Tom up, ask if I could record a remake of his song? As an older guy, with myriad responsibilities of his own, would he come record it with me?

Good thing Gwynn made some baked goods, cause apple cake and toffee brownies just might be what's for dinner. Washed down with some scotch.