Posted by on Aug 20, 2019 | 18 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

QUOI? MOI?

To do is to be – Camus

To be is to do – Sartre

Shoobedoobeedoo – Sinatra

Well, that’s what papa discovered on a public bathroom wall sometime in his past, and mama is pondering its profound meaning since she is  tending, toward this end of summer, to do absolutely nothing of worth or value!

I think she’s in the shoobeedoobeedoo stage…

If you ask me, she has switched her attitude from Anti-wastrelism to Pro-crastination, haha.  She’s walking around pulling some weeds here and tying up  some garden garbage bags there and then starting to dig up  a bed for  fall planting and then leaving the spading fork in the ground after deciding to throw some old pasta to the neighbor’s chickies and then she sort of half-way starts to help me write my blog and then she gets up and goes to make a coffee RIGHT  IN THE MIDDLE OF MY COMPOSING and then she goes upstairs and stares at a blank white canvas and then she makes a half-hearted attempt to fold some of yesterday’s laundry and after folding a  couple of things, she moves out into the garden again and sits and coos to the tourterelles who are badgering her for their 7-grain (!) toasts and then she gets up and lackadaisically (whatever that is) pulls some more weeds and  halfheartedly gazes at and sighs over the teeny weeny roses that are struggling  to bloom in this heat and then I think I had better call her  to come back and help me finish my blog or she’s going to find herself in Zombie Land–MAMA, get in here and let’s get this over with, okay?

You get the picture.

Pro-crastination is her new mode…alas.

And I may never get another blog out again with this ennui going on…

So if to do is to be, she ain’t, but if to be is to do, I’m calling even louder!

LET’S DO, MAMA!!!

Maybe she needs chocolate.

I’ll  look  into that.  For us  both.