Yesterday the kids and I were picking corn out of the cornfield. After the big corn chopper goes through, it leaves corn in the field and we pick it up to feed chickens and pigs.
It's really not very fun but it never bothered me.
My kids were complaining how much they hated it.
"Just make it be fun", I told them.
"Oh yeah Ma, real fun". was there answer.
I continuted to tell them how I make things that stink be fun.
"OK guys, I have been picking and stacking crap my whole life."
Picking corn, beans, pumpkins, apples tomatoes,weeds,rocks. You name it, I have had to pick it.
I have been stacking crap my whole life.
Wood, hay, feed bags.
You gotta "zone out" guys.
They just looked at me like I was on crack.
"OK, just pretend you are someplace else that you think is fun".
Still looking at me like I am on crack.
"OK, when I was a kid we used to pick weeds and dig potatoes for hours, I would be playing dodgeball in my head or planning what
Gracie and I would be doing the next time we got together".
"Do ya get it now?"
Silence.
"OK, when I got older and I had to stack hay and pick rocks out of the fields I would be planning where I could buy beer and what outfit I was going to wear to the squaredance".
"Do ya get it now?"
"Oh my God Mom you are so weird".
They grumbled on, I happily picked corn, planning my dinner menu in my head and looking forward to watching Ron White at 8.
I am never really where I am supposed to be.
Physically I am there, mentally I am somewhere in "The Twilight Zone".
When I worked at Fisher Price in the factory making parts for toys I would plan my menus, budget my paycheck, plan the next days routine all while packing plastic crap in boxes for 8 hours. I loved it. Never bothered me a bit.
Gotta go fold laundry now so I can plan the things I have to do.
Talk later,
Annie
Talk later,
Annie
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2 comments:
Yep..some people just don't know what they're missing. I love it when I can get all my "files in order" and work done, too!
I told myself stories when doing boring things...my whole life. I have some good ones too. lol. Used to tell them to the kids when they were small and they were astonished by what was going on in my brain. some of them go on for days...weeks even.
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