A change of pace

I have been doing a lot of housework/cleaning and you know what? Today I am not going to do any. I may go and buy vacuum bags, but that’s only because I have a shedding dog and I do not want to run out of them. I will take the second walk of my walking outdoors program, although my legs are a bit sore from yesterday’s initial trod-a-thon. I thought I was going at a fairly good clip, but was surprised by the time when I got back; I’m not certain that I marked my departure time correctly, or maybe reality has a sting to it.

I will note the progression of planting and flowering and new landscaping projects in yards as I pass by. I’m tempted to leave a note at one house begging them not to plant those damned marigolds again. They have bordered a short sidewalk forever and, to me, lack any sense of good cheer because they are lined up so precisely, it seems they are doing a job and not expressing any of the freedom of nature. They are too short to even dance with the breeze.

Gee, I sound more testy than in a mood to relax and party with blue sky and sun. I didn’t notice that earlier. In fact, I thought I was in a goodish mood. Maybe I should go whack some dust around to relieve subconscious frustrations – or do a little raking of debris in the hedge. I don’t have to make a snap decision on that . . . I believe I can sit here and consider the matter.