A Gentler Mood

It’s Sunday and the snow is coming down softly but steadily and I have decided to be calm and gentle this morning.  Naturally when I make a statement like that something is bound to occur that will throw me off my stride and produce a significant rant tomorrow, but for now “sufficient unto the day”.

       I had a very busy day yesterday, taking out my frustration by breaking apart one of the bedrooms which took the better part of the morning.  I have been preparing to move my mother into my home and I seriously need to cull my wardrobe.  I hauled everything out of one closet and put it downstairs only to have the bar crash down.  I had it all repaired and bang! it crashed down again.  Now the clothes are piled like a mountain on the spare bed in the basement. Then I hauled out the bureau, pushed around side tables, chairs and what-nots and by 10 a.m. I was exhausted.  At that point my renovator arrived and just to keep up the image of not being a sloth instead of having my morning coffee break and vegging at the T.V.  I continued womanfully (is that a word?) on until 3 in the afternoon when I finally thought – now I need to rest.

       So I made coffee and watched “The Perfect Man” with Hilary Duff and Heather Locklear, just what a girl wants to see after such a hectic day.  I love mush TV movies like that, things that keep my mind off serious stuff.  Which brings me to Thoreau; his chapter on “Reading” is very priggish.  I was reading it this morning and thought I would enjoy it but instead I thought that here is a person pulled out of his normal venue and has become so enchanted with his own education that he looks down upon anyone who might laugh during a sermon.  I can picture him rather like one of the lawyers I’ve met who are so impressed by the fact that they are a lawyer that they simply can’t get over it.  I’m sure you know the type I mean.  I like to read (and watch) things with some meat to them but I also like to give my brain a rest once in a while so I will pull out an old Agatha Christie or Georgette Heyer to let my mind coast.

       I don’t think we need to be serious every minute of the day; in all things there should be balance.  Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

“For everything there is an appointed time, even a time for every affair under the heavens . . . a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to wail and a time to skip about . . .”