I had myself in hysterics this morning -
Thats not a usual occurrance.
I tend to take myself (and most other things) far too seriously.
The reason for the hysterics?
"Today I will paint."
A clear Saturday: a golden opportunity.
I breeze into the study - my desk is covered with other stuff which I cheerfully move on to another surface.
Cause thats what I do when I tidy up.
Now I'm ready to paint.
I notice my turps is very low and remember that I have a bottle in the pantry.
From the pantry window, I can see my dry washing is still on the line and as I have another load waiting to be hung out, I feel obligated to fetch the dry stuff in.
I fetch it in, feeling very proud of myself when I resist hanging the wet stuff out (because, after all, I'm going to paint this morning)
But feel I ought at least to take the dry washing upstairs
While I'm upstairs, I notice that my bed is still unmade
I can't leave it like that - well I could, but I don't.
Guilt I guess because DH is here
After I finish pulling the bed straight, the bundle of dirty washing on the floor by the door (where men seem to think there is an invisible washing basket) leers at me.
Well OK then!
I cart the washing into the bathroom and dump it in the basket.
My eye falls on the white shirts that I'd left to soak in hot water overnight - now overdue to be washing machined.
No No No!
I'm going to paint this morning.
I leave the washing in the bath and come downstairs.
I'm going to paint.
Then it suddenly strikes me
An email did the rounds a while ago about someone who did exactly this sort of thing
I am that person
That was when I got hysterical; the words falling out of my mouth as I tell The Man my ridiculous story.
"I better write it down - for my blog - before I forget," I tell him.
So I do.
And this is it.
NOW I will paint.
Planning my picture involves printing one of my photos - so back to the computer to locate the pic
While I'm there, I pop in to see what happening on Facebook.
And the rest is history.
I did paint today
I wonder if I need medication?