The curse of the working class

Back to work. One day is tolerable. Four more to go. Thankfully, no evening activities this week. That will help. I came home from work and watered the gardens and fixed dinner and ironed two shirts and it was 7 p.m. What happened to the day? No wonder I don[t get anything done during the work week. And gee, if you thought the conuncdrums during recuperations were mundane, imagine the inspirations that will hit me now. I turned in three prayer shawls - one baby and two adult. Sounds like an accomplishment but they were all started at prostatectomy time. Nineteen months is a bit long, when I have completed one prayer shawl in a matter of weeks in the past. Knitting is a better winter activity than one for summer. Painting is good in summer because of daylight, but necessitates air conditioning and longer duration of odor in a closed up house. A friend recently told me blogging is passee. NPR opined this morning on the way back to the grind that blogging is a good way to keep people informed and has become a regular tool of the intelligentsia. OK, I'll claim that one. I have decided as I am skating toward my sixth decade that being part of the elite is a good thing. Call me liberal elite. I claim it! I extol it! I celebrate it! I sing the body electric! What? Walt Whitman? Blogging is more fun than work. I just wonder if it is at least a bit amusing to those who avail themselves. Y'all don't say much! But I'll continue to prognosticate and prevaricate and proffer conundrums until I feel no point to it. Meanwhile, keep on reading! Check back occasionally. You just never know what is going to pop up here. Although, it would appear there is a definitely predicatbale pattern. How many shirts do I iron in one day??? Something is wrong. How many dress shirts do I wear in one day? Now here is a conundrum! No, I do NOT iron every day, but I DO wear a shirt every day! Good thing too - too old for that bare-chested young stuff! I better quit before I really get in trouble!!