I had a thought yesterday…. I’ve been saying to my hubby that I rarely do nothing. like when we sit on the deck in the heat of the day, and I grab a basket of apples to cut for apple sauce. It occurred to me last night that I am trying to persuade him to multitask. Impossible. It’s not going to happen. He works at something until he’s tired, and then he sits. Me, I work at something until I’m tired, and then I do something else. I hardly stop.
Yesterday we worked together to fix the mailbox. The horizontal piece had rotted, and the box was sagging. It’s become a joke between us, that when we do a task together like this, I become a table, standing in place, with hands full of screws or drill bits. He wants me to do nothing but stand there. I resent that. I am NOT good at standing still. I don’t make a good table. I wiggle. I fidget. I want to be moving.
I can’t imagine feeding birds out of my hand, the stillness that takes. When I’m still, I need my pen and notebook. Or knitting. Or …. there’s so many things I could/should be doing. Maybe I need to learn to be more table like, to sit quietly and see what lands.
Granted, I haven’t told him this, yet. Let’s keep it a secret, okay?
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