That post title should get me slapped in the face by lots of people. I sat here this morning, looking all around the Web for things of interest. I knew what I was really doing; I was putting off getting down to business in the basement and cleaning out a corner. After all, I have already been doing MIGHTY sorting in the master bedroom and sitting room. (And, by the way, while doing that I came across another letter my father had written Quentin when he first went out to San Diego. The date was 10-10-99 and he would be dead on February 10th. Seeing his handwriting, reading the first sentence . . . Gosh, it took my breath away – Talk about holding yourself together from the inside out.)

Today is a change of scenery day – actually not too much scenery, mostly lint and dust and redoing some plastic on a basement window partially converted to Jenn-Air venting. Actually, it’s kind of a cleaning out the area for cleaning . . . Yes, I know, the ounce of prevention thing would have been smart – the maintenance frame of mind.

I was not looking forward to it, nor was I happy with the fact that the rest of the basement would loom behind my back, waiting its turn. Then, of course, there is the massing of boxes in the lobby awaiting a trip to the attic – probably this week-end since the temperature will be moderate up there.

So, I sat here and thought I’d just have to get at it, and then, all at once, it came into my mind that I am able to do it. I am not at this moment, on this day, lying somewhere ill or injured. After a couple of pictures flashed in my head, I found myself grinning and thinking, “Wow, I get to get up and go work in that basement. Woo-Hoo.”

When it comes right down to it, a kick in the pants can be quite uplifting.