You donít have to ponder very deeply to come up with the conclusion that I really donít want to get my work done. Not early, anyway. Monday I took time out to get a haircut. Tuesday I made an unnecessary trip to the drugstore. And today I took Mom shopping and to lunch, and then spent a couple of hours with her. And I must say, especially on a beautiful winter day that seems like spring, it was a much more rewarding way to pass the time than those tedious spreadsheets that will haunt my sleep for the next few weeks.
It cost Mom some money, because the reason she needed to go shopping was to get a new DVD player. But we found a pretty good deal, and I set it up for her, and now sheís all set to go. We even opened an account for her at Netflix and started filling up her queue. Her first movie (and this surprised me a little): Juno. Mostly she wants to watch musicals, which are few and far between these days (especially the old-fashioned stagy showbiz musicals, what with Howard Keel being dead and all).
Jane Powell is still around, but she doesnít seem to work that much any more.
All of this fun stuff isnít getting the tax returns done, or the financial spreadsheets ready for the accountant. I seem to have a death wish, or at least a deadline wish, or some genetic mutation that makes me want to do everything at the last minute, even if the last minute isnít enough time. Somehow I always get it all done, but I keep testing the limits and pushing the boundaries. One of these days Iím going to have to buckle down and actually do it.