Housework Or Heartwork

Housework or Heartwork!

The sun was shining and the sky was beautiful this morning; those torrid plus 30 deg. temperatures have backed off, and there is a gentle breeze blowing; in other words, it’s perfect weather for enjoying the outdoors. Why am I inside, spinning around like a busy bee, cleaning up the hive, instead of getting out there and visiting those blossoms?!  

Good point!  As I was trying to make up my mind, inspiration tapped me on the shoulder, and reminded me that all of the housecleaning I could possibly do, would not be worth the effort that I put into sending an encouraging note to someone who might need a smile to brighten their day.  No one will remember us for the spotless houses that we kept, but hopefully, they will remember our thoughtfulness in times of need.  On its way out the door, inspiration suddenly had a change of heart and reminded me to check the load in the dryer!  Here’s the poem I wrote to get back at it:

The Day The Bunnies Talked!

I could have done the dishes,

I should have scrubbed the floor,

The laundry basket beckoned,

And the vacuum gave a roar!

    But high above the cupboard doors,

    Dust bunnies called, “Don’t bother us,

    Our furry coats are glorious!”

    Dead soldiers stood victorious,

    Why disturb their chor-ius?

I gently closed the door!

Wheee! I'm Riding!

Wheeee! I’m Riding!

I wish that was what I was yelling, as I stepped onto the pedals of my brand new, fix-all-my-problems-with-riding bike, for my second lesson.  As we headed off – walking our bikes to a parking lot and unused road at the edge of town, I felt like a little kid again – only not the excited one who could hardly wait to try it out – but the insecure little girl who was afraid of falling off and embarrassing herself, once more.  You’d think that I would have developed a bit of confidence and courage in my 60+ years!  I have to give my hubby huge kudos for his patience and his determination to get me ‘back in the saddle’.

He countered all of my scaredy-cat banter about not having the same balance any more; being a lot heavier than the last time I was on a bike (30 years ago!), with that great reverse psychology line:  “Ok, so you don’t have to ride if you don’t want to  - we’ll take the bike back!”  DARN!  I DO want to ride; so I started to pay attention to the way I was riding, and what the problem was with my attempts to turn the bike around.  For one thing, I had both of the handlebars in a stranglehold!  When I loosened up a bit, and did as my coach said, and leaned into the turns a bit – lo and behold – progress!   By the time the hour’s practice was up, I was actually able to ride the bike home!  Remind me to send a card to that lovely cyclist that I cut off – She seemed to be sincerely sympathetic, what with the heartfelt greeting that she yelled at me, and all!    Wheeee!