It’s Saturday, Day #4 of Jenni’s, May challenge, www.StoryofMyLifetheBlog.blogspot.com and she encourages us to share a favorite quote. This request had me wrestling through several, and in the end, seeking a new one. It fell right into my lap, describing perfectly, how I feel, day-in, day-out.
Attributed to the late comedian, Phyllis Diller. Here we go:
Housework can’t kill you, but why take a chance?
It spoke volumes and echoed back and forth through the brain cells of this old woman. I know of nothing more tedious, time-consuming and brain numbing in all this world! Once completed (if ever), it’s time to start again. There is no break. It’s 24-7, and the only escape is with the journey to the grocery store, cleaners, pharmacy, or other errand, and even then, once back home there’s more work:
The unload, unwrap, organize, the shift-dance in the fridge. The drone of boredom. The nagging echo, “Clock’s running, better get started. Better get ‘er dun.”
It’s a thank-less job. No Kudos, slaps-on-the-back, or acknowledgement for a job well done. (Okay, I am a bit dramatic, and I am dreaming, a bit. After all, who cares? Right? … Yeah, I thought so. It really is mundane along with mind-numbing.)
Thank God for nature. I step out side and let the sunshine rain therapeutic about my soul.
By picking up a hoe, shovel, hose, or other garden tool, I escape. Mayhem cannot journey where butterflies flit.
I can play in my garden from sun-up to sunset, never wanting to run away from any of its chores, but the ones inside this house? They’re killing me!
Phyllis is right,
“Why chance it?”