Man, I've just been so weary the last week or two. Part of it is that I haven't been getting enough sleep. The other part, I think, is that I'm burned out on all the to-do items that clutter my day, like work, or brushing my teeth. I'm not one of those people who gets a lot of satisfaction out of being productive, or flossing.
Last weekend I was at the school picnic for Daisy's school last weekend, and I had the sinking feeling that I was supposed to be being helpful. As Lord Secretary of the PTA Board it's appropriate for me to assist at PTA events like school picnics. At one point, after a couple hours of picnicking, I saw one woman starting to clean up the food tables. so I figured I'd pitch in.
"Hey, how can I help clean up?" I asked heroically, mustering fake enthusiasm from deep down in the bowels of my spleen.
"Oh, it's not really time to clean up. I'm just trying to pre-clean."
Pre what? So, it's NOT time to do chores yet? And, yet, you're... This was baffling to me.
"But...." she continued, "if you really want to help out, come with me."
Doh! I realized at this point, that this woman wasn't even officially assigned to doing chores, she was just.... gah.... helpful. And now, I was helping her. She led me over to big stack of full garbage bags.
"Might as well throw these away," she said cheerfully, grabbing two of the big bags.
Since I outweighed her by a fair amount, I grabbed the remaining four bags and started to follow her down the path. After about 30 seconds, they got pretty heavy.
"The trash bins are a ways off!" she gleefully announced from ahead. I stopped momentarily to move one of the heavy bags from my left (mousing) hand to my right (phone dialing) hand, and at that moment she paused and looked back to check up on me.
"You can make two trips," she offered, eyeing my underdeveloped biceps.
I picked the four bags back up and trudged on after her. We eventually made it to the trash bins, that apparently she had scouted out ahead of time, and tossed the garbage bags into them in an orderly fashion. Afterwards, we walked briskly back to the picnic. She stopped about half a dozen times along the way, to pick up bits of litter and trash along the way. Each time she did it, I stared at her, dumbfounded. It's not that I disapprove of picking up random litter, or that I think I'm above it, but it just never occurs to me to start cleaning up the Earth. Have you seen this planet? It's HUGE!
She was just one of those people who gets things done. She finds opportunities to work. Me? I find cookies to eat. Mmmmmm, cookies.
Anyway, it's all just making me very tired. On the plus side, however, American males live to be around 75 on average, so I'm about half done with my chores.