Mulligan is that great golf term, used when a shot is not counted against the score. It is permitted in unofficial play to a player whose previous shot was poor. Like a do-over.
Well I would like a Mulligan of my last two days off. There is so much nothing to do, two days just isn’t long enough to do it all. I have accomplished as little as humanly possible without actually forgetting to breathe. And thus procrastination has been taken to a whole new level, because I don’t even know what things I should be doing that I am so determinedly avoiding.
There was some vague plan in my head to play so much Candy Crush that I would get sick of it and stop for a while. So far, this has not worked.
I played around on an Instagram app and made these two collaborative pictures.
I drank a lot of coffee. I did some grocery shopping. I read some books. I slept late and went to bed early. I read every single inspirational thing on Facebook. And some things that were not at all stimulating or helpful or moving but I read them anyway. Because they were there.
Eventually I sat down and wrote this post about it all. I don’t know about you, but I am now completely worn out and done reliving it and ready for bed. Never mind the Mulligan – I would probably do the same non-things all over again anyway.
I have the expertise, if anyone needs guidance on whiling away time and goofing off. If you forget to call, I’ll understand.
We’re a whole week into April already! I hope by the time I get home everything will be as green there as it is here. Today was lovely and sunny and warm, (impossible to even imagine snow) although they are predicting some rain in the next few days. Which is perfectly okay since that’s what keeps things green.
This morning we had coffee and a chatty visit with my brother and his wife. It’s perfectly amazing how well he’s getting along and how much he’s doing. They had some yard work planned and were considering going out for a game of golf in the afternoon. I’m not even going to try to keep up with him! My sister and I went shoe shopping and out for lunch at the Walker House and then to the Southampton Market to browse. I love that place – I’m sure I’d fill my house up with their beautiful unfinished wooden things if I lived any closer.
And then spend all my time staining and varnishing and painting. They say there’s two acres of shopping in the place, so wandering around in there for the afternoon was probably great exercise. And I only spent twenty dollars. You don’t need to know what I paid for two pairs of shoes before that.
I’ve watched more baseball and hockey since I got here than I have all year at home. It’s kind of embarrassing that my neice knows everything about the Edmonton Oilers and I have no idea what she’s talking about. Today is her third day following her tonsilectomy and probably the worst as far as pain and discomfort go. Starting tomorrow things should steadily improve.
We’re very close to the lake out here and I can hear geese making an incredible racket although I can’t imagine what they’re up to in the middle of the night. Honking at the full moon maybe? No matter, they won’t keep me awake for long. Instead of traffic and sirens I’ve got country and crickets. It’s kind of a pleasant change.