If you give a born procrastinator as task...

A sweet children’s book tells us that if you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll want a glass of milk... like the circular logic extension song, “There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza...” it is satisfying to come back to the beginning where it started.

Today, in order to take a break from too much sitting at the desk doing paperwork, I went into the garage and did a bit of exercise on the trampoline and a bit of yoga. But I noticed that a box with many of my mother’s books and papers had broken down with the weight of other boxes on top of it, so I began to cull and organize - just a little, I thought, so as not to sit too long doing paper work at the desk.

If you give a person with something akin to OCD a task with a finite end point, she’ll complete it before going back to infinite paper work. And once she finishes the box organizing, she’ll notice that the carpet on the floor of the garage needs to be vacuumed, so she'll move all the things in the garage and vacuum. And then, she’ll see that the vacuum needs to be emptied and that the filter needs to be cleaned, so she’ll spend ten minutes cleaning the vacuum filter thoroughly and notice that the brush she used also needs to be washed, so she’ll wash it, then go back to the garage to reassemble the vacuum and put it away, but she’ll notice a lovely picture of her great grandmother from one of her mother’s boxes that wants to be hung in the hallway, so, she’ll get two nails and a hammer and begin to hang it, but notice that the string on the back is so old that it needs to be replaced, so she’ll go back to the garage to get a piece of wire and some thumb tacks and repair the back of the picture, then hang it up just so. When se goes to put the hammer and nails away, she’ll notice that the tool drawer in the kitchen needs organizing so it can open and close without catching on the hammer handle. Once the drawer is organized, she’ll remember to turn off the lights in the garage and see all the paper from her mom’s boxes that wants recycling, and she’ll take it out to the recycling barrel and hear the neighbors playing basket ball and say hello only to get into a conversation about her granddaughter and Thanksgiving approaching - when her daughter and granddaughter, who are dear friends with the neighbors, are coming to visit. Finally, she’ll remember that she meant to take only a short break from writing in the seemingly infinite number of Thanksgiving Cards she had been writing, and go back inside and enjoy listening to music on the radio while writing love notes to all her friends and family... and isn’t it time to make dinner??? 

"If you give a mouse a cookie..." may be more satisfying, but this is MY Sunday story, not the rodent’s. So there!