I MUST BE GETTING OLD

Author: Theresa
July 27, 2012

Saturday, June 30, was a beautiful sunny day. It was also the start of the long Canada weekend. I knew that everyone had plans to do something special this weekend, as did I.

 

My plans were really simple. I wanted to relax and do absolutely nothing for this Saturday. On Sunday and Monday, I had planned to get caught up on chores that I had been postponing.

 

On Friday night, I decided to watch television after supper. There were some really good ghost stories that had me spellbound. Once the ghost stories were over, I decided to play on my computer until I was sleepy enough to go to bed for the night.

 

As soon as I started up my computer, an earwig came out from under my keyboard and startled me. Oh, God, how I hate earwigs! I tried an assassination attempt with Monster Screen Cleaner, but it was useless. The best thing I have found that is a zillion times better than Raid is Windex. Death is instantaneous. I knew if I took the time to get my spray bottle of Windex, by the time I got back with it, the earwig would be gone. I finally knocked the critter to the floor and jumped on it.

 

With my work station now back to normal and free of earwigs, I played on the computer for about two hours until I was so bleary-eyed that I absolutely had to sleep.  

 

Ah, I had a great sleep last night and got up at noon. That’s just what I needed to start my leisure day off. I made myself a good hot cup of coffee and turned the television on to the weather station. I had heard a couple of days ago that we might get rain today from that storm coming up the East coast. Not much mention of it as it seemed to have passed us by. So far, it was a glorious hot and sunny day.

 

Before I changed the channel to something more interesting, I realized that it was the last day of the month. I had to write the rent check for July. I got distracted by a ghost story on TV. I must be getting old. When an advertisement came on, I went into the kitchen to get a pen.

 

Oh no! What a mess in there. I had forgotten to do my supper dishes from last night. I cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. As soon as I picked up the wet dishcloth, an earwig fell out. Oh, crap! Here we go again. It’s looking like it’s going to be another summer like last summer… bugs and I suppose rodents too at some point. Oh, well, it’s not the end of the world. I did survive last summer so I guess I’ll survive this one too.

 

I couldn’t believe I had left such a mess from last night. I probably was so shaken up from setting off the smoke detector when I burnt the fish. That contraption always leaves me shaking like a leaf for hours afterwards. I must be getting old.

 

After washing my frying pan, I went to put it on the stove and noticed that the element rings were in terrible condition. I had to clean them. They were so bad that I probably should have done that job months ago. Now, it was a real undertaking. I sweat like a horse as I scraped and scoured and worked my fingers to the bone, but I got the job done with a mental note to never let it get this bad ever again.

 

I knew I had a reason to enter the kitchen, but what was it? Oh, now I remember… I had to get a pen, but why? I found the pen and rolled it between my fingers for a few moments in hopes of being able to remember why I wanted it in the first place. I must be getting old.

 

When no logical answer popped into my head, I returned to the parlor to watch my ghost story only to find that the show was over and something uninteresting was on. I muttered to myself when an ad came on that I should check the guide to see what else was on. As soon as I said “…check…” I remembered why I wanted the pen. It was for writing the rent check.

 

I went and got my check book and realized by the entry that I had already written the rent check. Oh, dear, I must be getting old. I put the pen back in the kitchen and put my check book away. That’s when I noticed that I had not done my filing recently. I decided to do it right away. I’m pooped! I was sweating so much that I wanted to wash my face.

 

Washing my face took care of that part of my anatomy, but I really needed a shower. After my shower, I noticed that the bathroom garbage can needed to be emptied. So I took that one and went around my apartment and got all the others and decided to empty them as well. That’s when I noticed a pebble on the floor next to the garbage can where my sandals were sitting. It must have fallen out of one of the grooves in my sandals. I have two pair of sandals that are similar.

 

Both pair had tiny pebbles embedded in the soles. I got a screw driver and dug the pebbles out and noticed that the two pairs of sandals needed a good cleaning so I did all that before putting the garbage out.  

 

I noticed that I had a stack of laundry that I had done yesterday and folded, but I had not put it away. I decided to put away my clothes so I could make my bed and clean my room. Now, I’m exhausted and I think it’s because I must be getting old.

 

Once my room was cleaned, I poured myself a cup of coffee (now cold) and sat in the parlor to watch TV. My coffee was just a little too cold for my liking so I got up and went into the kitchen to put it in the microwave for a minute. Wouldn’t you know it? My microwave needed to be cleaned. I did that then took my barely warm coffee into the parlor to sit and watch TV.

 

I glanced up at the clock and noticed that it was almost six o’clock. It can’t be that late! I haven’t even had breakfast yet and now it’s almost suppertime. To hell with breakfast and lunch; I might just as well start cooking supper. I’m so tired right now that I don’t feel like eating. I must be getting old.

 

When I was in my youth, I had always longed for a “do nothing day”, but life was so hectic back then and I had so many obligations. Now, in my senior years, I feel like I have earned a “do nothing day”. Well, I just had it and I have to say, it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. I am so exhausted right now that I think I’ll go to bed. Boy, I really must be getting old.

 

THE END

 

 

One Response to “I MUST BE GETTING OLD”

  1. marybelle Says:

    Loved that story! Welcome to the club! Whenever I sit for a coffee break, I have a yellow post-it note pad beside my place. I write down everything that I can think of that needs to be done. Result: my kitchen is suffering from a population explosion of little yellow scraps of paper. But I do get some sense of achievement as I slowly decimate that population when I manage to finish a task.

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