Now, normally I don’t believe in the
verbification of words (even writing that was painful); but having said that, I
have to admit: I am now adulting at an
unprecedented level.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I sometimes walk around my house, though, late at night –
putzing, we call it in the Great White North – shaking the cat dish into an
appearance of being full, randomly dusting small glass birdies, picking up something from one room and taking it to another – and I wonder: When did all
this happen?
To be honest, I had forgotten how much work it is to run
a life. I’d been married, you know, for
a good dozen years. Over that time,
chores peeled off, to me, to him, and pretty much stayed the purview of whoever
gravitated toward them. To that end, it
is safe to say that I had not taken out the garbage, filled my own gas tank, or
brought my own laundry up from the basement in that same amount of time.
And now? I've been forced to - ugh - grow. I mean, I must be seven feet tall by now.
Would you believe me when I tell you that I am the proud owner of a lawn mower, a weed whipper, and a snowblower.
What's next? Lawn furniture? Card tables? RUBBER BOOTS?
I tell ya; anything could happen.
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15 comments:
Have you started shaking your fist at the kids on your lawn yet, or worse yet, at the weather falling from the sky? Those are the symptoms in the advanced stages of adulthood, also known as geezer-hood.
"Shaking the cat dish into an appearance of being full" - lol - it's true! And the cat falls for it most of the time.
I don't much like it either.
"Adulting" IS hard. And also includes a lot of putzing, unfortunately.
Putzing, yep, I do a lot of that also. Adulting has it’s moments but if truth be told, we’d all rather return to childhood. There was a lot less worrying then.
Being an adult is a *itch. Really.
Being a responsible adult is such a drag at times, kids thing it's great being a grown up how wrong they can be.
You’ve got that pioneer DNA alive and thriving in you. Next thing we know, you’ll be changing the oil in your car and such. Hat’s off to you, Pearlie!
Those who know me say I was born adult.
You'll need a chain saw and a wood-chipper and rototiller next...haha!
Ugh. Adulting.
Do you have a broom to sweep the freshly-cut grass back onto the lawn?
If now, you have growth yet, sister!
I decided to go it alone a couple of months ago and found out that I can still cook! I already did most everything else, but it is fun to get back a few life skills I hadn't thought about in a long time.
Dear Pearl, I know I know. Adulting is rough sometimes --ok, a lotta times-- and verbification is a 5-jointed godless reptile of a word. I use gerund, 2 syllable word derived from Girondins who opposed the Jacobins during the French Revolution. Adulting has its advantages over childhooding because I'm all educated up now and when somebody tells me to do work, I say: "Wah! I'm a grape big man now, and you can't make me!!!"
After my husband died - while he was ill, come to that - I had to do everything and actually it was all right, to do rather than wait for someone else to do.
Reading what Duta said, I had a revelation when I was 18. My Latin teacher said, of the Roman writer Horace, "People say you have to be middle-aged to enjoy Horace. But I think I was born middle-aged." And, suddenly, I started to understand that I just hadn't grown into myself yet.
Yep, been there done that. I call it ‘puttering’ as in puttering around the house. It comes on usually after about 45 minutes of TV. Just can’t sit still that long without puttering!
There have been times in my life when I've felt like the ONLY adult in the group, family, any given situation. Responsibilty is overrated.
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