Lazy Days

I had ambitions for Spring Break at Valencia College. I planned to weed trouble spots in the yard, paint the underside of the porch roof, take my car to the garage, and work on a stalled novel. Instead, I slept late, read, drew and painted a bit, gave classes at Crealde, and put extra effort into cooking meals. Bidens continue to infest the kitchen garden, the tire pressure light (liar) still glows yellow on the dashboard, hanging chips dangle down from the porch roof, and not a word has been added or subtracted from “Stitches”. Built-up fatigue leapt on me afternoons and after supper in the form of deep naps, the ones where you wake up an hour later and can’t remember who and where you are.

I may have given myself permission to take a few lazy days in anticipation of my next break. My work load this summer should be lighter, and I fully intend to conquer myriad household jobs such as painting the living room, grouting every surface that comes in contact with water, hiring a company to replace windows, trimming branches off the front yard magnolia, finishing the stalled novel, completing 5-6 paintings, attending art openings, and taking short trips with Judy.

I will spring forward the day after I turn in final grades to attack my job list with unmatched fervor. I won’t take time to sit under a tree to read, smoke a cigar and sip whiskey. I won’t take daily naps in a comfortable recliner. I’ll never indulge in pleasant pastimes while work remains to be done…if I can locate my doppelganger and offer him terms.