Whiling Away the Hours

I should be outside.  The garden needs me.  

Here I am, though, goofing off, lollygagging, fiddling around, wasting precious time on the internet!

Why?

I dunno.

I just am.

I messed with Pixlr.

Then I messed with Blogger.

See my new header?

It's huge.  I know.  I just spent two hours of my life fussing with it.  Tempus fugit.  Indeed.

Then I took photos of my house...

Well, not the house, merely the area within ten, or so, feet from where I was sitting.

I had to get up out of the chair to do that.

Then I tinkered with Pixlr some more.

Then I contemplated the orange hue of my woodwork

I did that for a long time.  Pondered my woodwork, that is.

I am willing to bet that if you look up the synonym for wasting time you will see the phrase "pondering the woodwork".

I would have written a poem about my woodwork but, as you know, nothing rhymes with orange.

So I pondered onward...

I spied the gardens through the windows.

"I really need to get out there," I muttered to myself.

Then I photographed my new French Louis XVI vitrine from Craigslist.

Then I whiled away some time on Pixlr again.

I cast a few furtive glances toward the yard.  It isn't going to water/weed/plant itself.

Twenty arborvitae...waiting.

Hold on!

I'll be right there!

Then I took a dramatic close-up shot of my Craigslist Louis XVI vitrine.

I know it's too full!

The key is stuck.

My stuff is trapped inside!

Here I sit.

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My beautiful daughter padded downstairs a bit ago.

"Mom?" she queried.  "You're sitting down.  You never sit down."  

She stood there, incredulous for an entire 30 seconds.

"Who are you and what have you done with my mother?!" she demanded.

I tried to reply.

"It's so good to see you relaxing, Mom!" she continued.

I didn't mention my inner turmoil and guilt to her.  Why ruin the moment?

I should go outside.

This relaxation is killing me!

xo

Andie

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