I'm trying to remember what it was I accom- plished yesterday. Surely there must have been something, something worth remembering, something worth sharing with my kids...but no, I think it was one of those winter days occupied with the mundane: feeding the dogs, feeding the cats, letting dogs out and in, turning my soaps, washing a few batches of clothes, folding clothes, taking a few phone calls, and thinking of fascinating things to research online. Yeah, that's sorta the biggest chunk of yesterday, I'm afraid.
Oh. And then there's the half hour I wasted worrying about a mouse stuck on a glue pad. Don't worry. He managed to struggle his creepy little self off the pad before I could get Kevin into the house to attend to him. (That's Kevin - as in 'the man who was not wasting his day, but was diligently plowing the driveway.')
I know what you're thinking, but I absolutely will not touch a filthy glue pad with an angry mouse attached. No way. Of course, by the time Kevin had arrived, the mouse had managed to escape to who-knows-where. So now we're back to square one.
Yes, it's another mouse. That's two this winter, and two in a 48-hour period. I don't know what's happening, but I can tell you that it's what happens when you remodel an old house that's neither square nor plumb. There are just microscopic places near the foundation, presumably, with 'Enter Here' and 'Vacancy' written all over them in whatever language it is that mice read.
During my 21 years of homeschooling, I would call a day like yesterday a 'Mental Health Day.' That was my excuse for getting absolutely nothing done that day, without feeling the least bit guilty about it. Not surprisingly, those days almost always occurred in the winter.
Please tell me that I'm not alone in this, that you have days like this too. And do not tell me if you spent yesterday finding the cure for cancer. Maybe I can handle that tomorrow, but just not today.
Nope...no cure for cancer, but like you winter days where it does seem that not very much is ever accomplished. Each day looks like the next and I suppose that is why my mind easily thinks of spring and summer this time of year. The only time (lately) I really feel like I am doing something of real importance is when it involves spiritual disciples. Thank you Lord, new day, new mercies. :)
ReplyDeleteSorry , the word I wanted was disciplines not disciples. (But we are called to be followers of Him) :)
ReplyDeleteI don't know Judy...sounds to me like you got a lot of things done. More then I did. I had to go to Eau Claire and spend money on scrap stuff. Now that makes a girl awful tired. Today I am going to find a cure for something.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Linda, I too can find the cure for boredom. ;-) And yes, shopping, unless it's for books, is exhausting! Enjoy your scrapping!
ReplyDeleteIf they are all "showing themselves" in the school room, it must be the small hole where the floor and wall meet behind the treadmill...that was where the one we saw once disappeared. Plug the thing! Ewwww!!!!
ReplyDelete...and there's some reason you kept this a secret from me until now? ;-) I would love to think that it's the only place they're getting in, but I doubt it.
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