I’m watching my neighbour rake leaves. It almost makes me feel guilty that I didn’t rake any of our leaves. Almost. I might go pick up the sticks from our mild brush with hurricane Sandy. Maybe. Who am I kidding, I won’t do that. It’s not like there are many leaves on the ground. Besides, they are wet. This neighbour just retired, I’m going to have to go tell him he’s doing the retirement thing wrong. And he’s making me look bad.
I’m starting to get the idea I’m a little bit lazy. I think I need to find a part time job. I’m starting to resent housecleaning, washing towels every day and being reminded that we need bread and milk. If I’m home less the minions who live in this house seem to step up and do more for themselves. Of course, the amount I work also dictates my revisiting how many different ways you can cook chicken in the crock pot. I’ve burned out 2 crock pots in my time.
I think the neighbour raked about 12 leaves because he’s already done, he reminds me of a former neighbour, she was a widow and spent her days cleaning. She always wore a housedress, an apron, and usually had her hair in curlers. At first I envied her drive, her windows were always clean, she always had laundry on the clothesline but as time went on I realized that she was probably creating jobs for herself. The ‘aha’ moment came when I found her on her hands and knees in her driveway picking up the maple keys that fell from her tree. She found a boyfriend soon after this incident so judging by her dirty windows she had other things to keep her busy.