Journal of a Living Lady #220
Nancy White Kelly
It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
I don’t want to write. I don’t want to type. I don’t want to do bills. I don’t want to watch television or listen to the radio.
I don’t want to answer the telephone, respond to emails or read a single book. I don’t want to speak or teach.
I don’t want to wash clothes or iron. I don’t want to sweep the porch or mop the kitchen floor. I don’t want to dust the furniture or clean the bathroom. I don’t want to thaw, bake, or fry.
I don’t want to feed the dog, the horse, the goat or the chickens. I don’t want to walk to the mail box or pull weeds in the flower bed.
I don’t want to go shopping for do-dads or groceries. Don’t want to gas the car.
Forgive me if I don’t wave.
It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood. I have my worms and a pole. I am going fishing.
