A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
The Vacuum Cleaner
(Or: My Mind Is A Scary Place)
I know I need to do something about the little rug on my kitchen floor. Hmmm…
I notice it for days. In fact, I’ve been noticing it since before the last time a friend was here (a few weeks ago?). I was quite embarrassed because some food was dropped by my guest and I said to discard it because the rug was not clean. In fact, it was a MESS!
Some time after my friend leaves, I get the vacuum cleaner and stand it in the tiny kitchen (it has been standing in the hallway previously, reminding me I need to actually USE it. My aim now is to bring memory and action together in one place at one time).
Some days later…
The vacuum has fallen over at least 3 times and I have picked it up (it’s a nuisance), recalling that I need to do the job. However, memory still does not actually translate into action.
This morning, still lying in bed, I’m thinking about the day ahead. I have time today and one thing I MUST do is to use the vacuum. As I am pondering the problem of inactivity with my vacuum cleaner, I realise that in my mind I am wishing for one of those old manual carpet sweepers! In fact, in my mind, I envision myself getting that out and cleaning the little rug in the tiny kitchen. They are such good little tools. A bit old fashioned, but they work. Easy to use. Wonder if I could get one from somewhere? Thrift stores?
Wait a minute……!
What’s wrong with my electric vacuum cleaner?
Aaaah. That’s it! I have to actually unwind the cord and PLUG IT IN!!!!!!!
Procrastination in action.