Z is a shark.
I don’t mean she’s mean or will bite off your head or anything for buying the wrong kind orange juice
I’m not saying that….
But I’m not saying that….
What I mean is, she’s a perpetual motion machine…like a shark.
Sharks have to keep moving or else they drown or something.
I think I read that somewhere…I think.
Or maybe I heard it during Shark week.
Or maybe I’m making it up….
Anyway, the point is that sharks have to keep moving or something bad happens.
I do not….
I’m perfectly happy not to move for hours…even days…sometimes weeks, at a time.
I’m very patient that way.
The weekend is upon us—not to mention October, brrrrrrrr month # 2— so let’s take a look at a typical Saturday.
I’ll get up at 7 AM, go down stairs to read the paper and have some coffee, while Z will have already washed 7 loads of laundry, ironed, folded and put it all away…including the shorts I went to bed in, which is a little disconcerting.
I will read my horoscope.
She’s also repainting the boiler room.
I’m having a second cup of coffee and worrying that a person in authority is talking poorly of me, which is what my horoscope said.
While she’s off Zumba-ing, whatever that entails, I’ll often take a walk around the gardens and admire all of Z’s horticultural efforts. I’m nothing if not supportive that way. Sometimes I’ll even make a mental note to point out a few areas where I think there could be some improvement. But for the most part Z is usually right on top of it.
After Zumba, we go for a 4 mile walk, which I actually find relaxing, if not a bit taxing physically. This takes about an hour or so, depending on the condition of my knee that day—which has been feeling quite a bit better—thanks for asking—then, immediately upon our return, Z will run out into the back yard and start dead heading.
I’m not exactly sure what that entails either since I’ve never actually seen her do it since I usually have to lie down for a bit after all that walking.
I think it might have something to do with Jerry Garcia, or maybe squirrels.
Anyway, after I’m refreshed from my little nap, I’ll often find Z cleaning out and reorganizing the garage. She usually does this after tuning up the lawn mower, but before actually mowing the lawn.
By this time, I’m usually enjoying the lunch that Z prepared while I was napping and while it’s not always the thing I was hoping for, I usually just let it go without a comment.
This goes on and on for most of the day. I tell her to relax but she won’t listen. She says the cracks between the sidewalks won’t clean themselves.
I guess she’s right. Nobody ever really thinks about that do they?
After a long hard day like this Z will finally, but reluctantly, conclude that there’s just not another chore to be tackled, at least until tomorrow. So being the good sport that I am, I‘ll often offer to take her out for a nice dinner. I mean what the heck; I’ve had 2 naps already and can probably grab a third before we go. It’s not gonna kill me.
Besides, Z is always good dinner company; even that time she fell asleep in her Chicken Francaise. I thought that was so endearing; just like a little puppy.
I still tell people about it.
I still tell people about it.
And sometimes she walks in her sleep a bit. One time I even found her holding the air conditioner over my head. Poor kid… She was probably dreaming about putting it into the window, which I promised to do back in June but never got around to. I can’t let Z take on everything herself. Luckily we only had a few weeks of really hot hot weather.
Afterwards, we had a good laugh about that too. Although it might have been more me than her doing the laughing, now that I think about it.
Oh well…all this writing has been a bit of a drain. Guess I’ll grab a quick nap before lunch.