Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


chores and a plug for whining

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I think there should be a National Day of Whining. And yes, I know there’s a National Whiners Day (Boxing Day — December 26th — what’s up w/ that??). But it’s not the same. I don’t want to be a whiner. I want to whine. There is a (possibly subtle, but real) difference.

I’m not interested in whining all the time — I realise it’s pretty unattractive. But here’s the problem: it’ soooo satisfying when you’re doing stuff you don’t want to do. Like, say, sweeping up the weeding debris. Or unloading the groceries. I mean, here you are: hot & sweaty from the weeding and the pruning and then… You have to go get a bag, and stuff this junk into it?? Whine.

Or, you have to mess w/ the long line at the grocery store, trying to figure out (yet again) what you can make that everyone will eat, and you finally get home after being stuck in traffic behind a noxious-fuming whatever. And then? Unload the groceries and put them away. When all you want to do is sit down, put your feet up, and drink sweet tea that someone else made and handed you.

Whine.

Can you tell today was a day full of chores? Including (in case you didn’t get the hint) weeding, pruning, & grocery shopping. Grocery shopping where I FORGOT the  tomato for tonight’s BLT dinner. Which meant that AFTER I put up the groceries, I had to make the meatloaf I was going to make tomorrow.

Whine.

Even folks working on their enlightenment should get a day off occasionally. I can see nothing valuable about whining, I confess. Except for this: it sure makes me feel better. :)



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