The Never-Ending Ramblings...

I don't wanna...

Chores. And lots of them. Topping the list…birdcages. Oh joyous rapture. Oh mom do I have to? Deliverance. That’s my plea. Anyone? Someone? Okay. I see how it is. Fine. I skipped last week cuz I was gone. What is it a friend of mine says…’no day off goes unpunished.’ I think that’s how it goes. Well, I’m feelin’ it now. Dread, seeping deep into the part of my brain in charge of motivation, crawling across the muscles of my body. And then, underscoring my reluctance is the pool. In the backyard. Filled with crystal clear water, beckoning me for a swim. Ah, my favorite way to swim.

Maybe if I slide in a Dave Matthews DVD, the music will override my unwillingness. Or, Pearl Jam. Eddie Vedder. Live at the Garden. Oh, no. I got it – The Rolling Stones DVD. Yeah. That’s the ticket. Mick Jagger’s bony cadaver ass prancing around….motivating me to keep going.

Then, I can go swimming…