Chores On The List

Life is busy.My daughter is away. She can be acyclone with her ADHD. Dust keeps piling. Chores remain. I was up this morning at five. Early summer fog disappeared. Sunlight starts around 5:47 AM.

"Stick to the list." I tell myself.Time robs in bits and pieces.
I'm halfway through the revision on paper.I read aloud at the kitchen table in the early hours,and again at night after my work.Doubting every adjective...
A break in the garden to water stealsan hour, just a second to pull some weeds.The washing machine waits for me to figure outhow to repair the dogs (the little clips that spin thebig drum). Intuitively I know how to fix it. The centeragitator is pulled off. It waits for me to allocate a couple hours to the fix. Perhaps hand washing and visits toa Laundromat are more foolish than penning it into a schedule.Wish I had the excess cash I once had to hire a guy.On the weekend I rented the commercial carpet steaming machine."You have four hours to return it perfectly clean." The kid said."No problem I have only three hours to get 3400 feet of whitecarpet sanitized."He looked at me funny. A teenager at Home Depot . Probablynever lugged a fifty pound machine upstairs, certainly neverworried about getting things done efficiently, maybe neverfussed over word choice and never thought about a sentencewhile the smell of bleach and carpet shampoo wafts about.
The dogs are going to stay outside more this summer. "You can be so happy napping in the gazebo." I told our GoldenRetriever. Her eyes understood. Her feelings bruised."I'm one of the children. You can keep the other dog terror inthe gazebo." I swear she was speaking in my dream last night.
This morning my son said, "Leave a list for me Mom."I nearly cried.I am so blessed.