Procrastination

This morning I spent some time working on a letter to solicit donations for the upcoming art show put on by the Duncan Art Guild. How do you say, "Give Money" nicely? It is not one of my favorite things to do, but does seem necessary. I have been putting this letter writing off. In fact, I have several letters that I need to write and I just cannot seem to make myself do them. Procrastination is my middle name.

Back in my public school teaching days, I found out much about my personality when it came time to grade papers. You see, I hate cleaning house. I will put off cleaning house until absolutely the last minute or when company is coming. I don’t mind putting clothes in the washer and then the dryer, but I hate folding them and putting them away. There are usually little piles of clothes all over the couch or sometimes just one large unfolded pile. Same with dishes. Washing dishes is not nearly so bad as putting them away, so there is usually a stack of dishes in the drain-board. In fact, I have lots of little piles of papers and such that need to be put in a proper place – someday soon. Vacuuming is the pits mostly because I have to deal with the vacuum cleaner, which is similar to dragging a dead pig. But back in the PS days, when it came time to grade papers, I would rather clean house. Back then, my house was much cleaner than it is now. I guess the moral of this story is I need something in my life that I hate worse than housecleaning. Writing letters for the Art Guild just may be right up there with grading papers. Writing thank you notes may be second on that list of things I hate. Guess, I'll go mop the floor now.