I’m one of the best procrastinators I know. Perhaps that is why I’m a late poster. Perhaps that is why my to do list is always impossible. Perhaps that is why I get migraines. Perhaps that is why my sister, who finishes her to do list almost every day, laughs and shakes her head at me. Even my mother gave me a poem in 1970 which she had found that reminded her of me. (This was highly unusual behavior for my mother.) Here it is:
“I Meant To Do My Work Today”
by Richard LeGallienne
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?
Actually, I meant to do my work today. I meant to practice the piano for an upcoming performance. I meant to prepare my lesson for church tomorrow. I meant to do the laundry. I meant to find the tax papers so they are ready for the yearly March Madness Tax Preparation ritual. I meant to do some cooking. I meant to write and post early. After all, it is Saturday. I meant to do so many things.
Instead, I slept away a migraine that had lingered for 3 days. The good news is that I can try to do better tomorrow. The good news is that baby Maggie will be here very soon. The good news is that my family supports me even when I don’t function very well. The good news is that spring is coming and soon the brown bird will be singing in the apple tree.