Saturday, July 18, 2015
I don't want to say anything too loud for fear of jinxing it, but it's been several days since I've had to fight off Percy and Pal in the barn. I'd like to think they've finally gotten the idea and have been trained to be patient like the rest of the tribe, but doubt that's the final answer.
Housework is boring. Boring to do, boring to write and read about. I love the end result, but it's never really the end, is it? Dust will accumulate, Bess will bring in more stickers and burrs, etc., etc., ad nauseum. In the poem "Charge of the Light Brigade," the line goes, "Theirs not to reason why. Theirs but to do or die." Paraphrase that into "Theirs but to pick up the dust rag again and again." And that's my final answer.