by Karen Mains
“Why didn’t I do that sooner?”
Have you ever asked yourself this question? I usually slip into a state of bemused amazement when a task I’ve been putting off for months (or years) takes all of ten minutes (or an hour, or half a day) to complete. Suddenly, the onerous chore, the very thought of which filled me with dread, is done. I am overwhelmed with the warmth of job-well-done satisfaction.
This summer I’ve been forced to face a character flaw, something off-kilter in my basic makeup. I put off for months (years, sometimes!) household tasks I don’t want to undertake. This tendency has been counterbalanced by one son, who shames me into finishing hated projects.
“You know, Mom, this looks awful out here!” Joel Mains commented one summer about the weed garden at our front door. He was right—it did look awful. I had hauled paving bricks from the city when we moved to the West Chicago house in 1977. Some had been laid for the front walk, but 22 years later the rest were still hunkering up against the west side of the house. The plan for a front-door patio garden was hidden in my head. Read more at SoulishFood...
“Why didn’t I do that sooner?”
Have you ever asked yourself this question? I usually slip into a state of bemused amazement when a task I’ve been putting off for months (or years) takes all of ten minutes (or an hour, or half a day) to complete. Suddenly, the onerous chore, the very thought of which filled me with dread, is done. I am overwhelmed with the warmth of job-well-done satisfaction.
This summer I’ve been forced to face a character flaw, something off-kilter in my basic makeup. I put off for months (years, sometimes!) household tasks I don’t want to undertake. This tendency has been counterbalanced by one son, who shames me into finishing hated projects.
“You know, Mom, this looks awful out here!” Joel Mains commented one summer about the weed garden at our front door. He was right—it did look awful. I had hauled paving bricks from the city when we moved to the West Chicago house in 1977. Some had been laid for the front walk, but 22 years later the rest were still hunkering up against the west side of the house. The plan for a front-door patio garden was hidden in my head. Read more at SoulishFood...
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