Two days ago, I announced I had decided to just not do some things; to let them go – things like laundry and weeds and washing dishes. And then I couldn’t take the pressure of “Just saying No” and finished all tasks. Yesterday, I sat around until 11:30 in the morning and then gave a big SIGH and gathered up two grandkids and power cords and drinks in a cooler and headed up to LaGrange where we mowed, used the weed eater and sprayed weed killer. It was not hot, but humid, and when it came time to leave I could not find my hat. My hair, which had been thoroughly wet with sweat, had half dried into blobs all over my head and so I refused to leave until I had found my hat. I am that crazy. Fortunately, one of the kids found it and saved me from either their frustrated response or my needing to wrap my head in a turban.

Oh, little Pacific Dorfman hat with the mesh crown, I love you.

And one more “Oh” – I want to thank my grandson who patiently untangled four long extension cords so we could range freely with the weed-eating. That was not a fun task for him. We weed-ate until we ran out of string; I imagine we would have stopped eventually but we could have become obsessed and kept on weed-eating forever and ever, Amen.

I am going to try the super lazy tactic again today and something tells me I will succeed. You know, the old try, try again mantra.