I Should Have Known
I had skipped blogging for a while, actually a long time now, because my posting habits have been somewhat lackluster. I keep meaning to change that but, I just keeping finding better things to do than blog. Sometimes blogging to me, seems like work, trying to come up with the right thing to say when nothing is going on becomes an arduous task. I feel I lack discipline, but I guess the truth is I lack the time to sit quietly at the computer with my thoughts.
Later, I start thinking of things I want to blog about, mentally at least I ponder countless things to share, but then I sit at the computer and nothing comes to mind. It's frustrating and makes the task of blogging even more difficult. Then it happened, my computer started acting up in a weird but subtle way, for nonetheless, as anyone that carries their whole life on a computer knows is foreboding.
It was a Monday, a day like any other day, I sat down with my full coffee cup in hand, and noticed the computer sounded like an airplane ready to take off. The screen was an empty gray, with the characteristic apple staring at back at me, lifeless. I shut down the machine, and restarted, same thing happened. I mentally panicked, what would I do if I couldn't check my email? How would know what my bank balance was, or how the weather would be?
I went upstairs and told husband that the computer wasn't feeling well, and returned to it's side, restarting again, hoping it would just fix itself. My coffee tasted like water, uninteresting and I felt strangely incomplete. Mentally, I wrote a wonderfully poetic blog about the circle of life, as told by doing laundry. I cleaned the kitchen, washed the floors, and did load after load of laundry, all while contemplating what a cruel bitch life can be.
Meanwhile husband got up, unplugged the machine, and plugged it back, from upstairs I heard the characteristic chime indicating restart. I held my breath; I waited, frozen or maybe just unwilling to move. I heard the sound of fingers hitting the keyboard. What was he doing I wondered, eventually, I mustered the strength to call down and he replied that he was checking his email.
So, now each morning when I get up, I attempt start up, which fails, then I unplug the machine, and plug it back in causing it to start. I know it's a band aid and one day, maybe soon, it won't work.
Which brings me to the overall title of this blog, about not putting off tomorrow what can be done today. I've decided since today the computer is working, I'm back to blogging a lot more often, unless the machine stops working and we're unable to start it. I'm also going to start folding and actually putting away those clothes when they come out of the dryer.
But that's a story for another time.
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