Wednesday, January 28, 2009

apocalyptic musings


For some time, #2 Son and I have referred to the Three Horsemen of the (Domestic) Apocalypse; in other words, the factors that could precipitate the total implosion of Tether's End as an abidable abode. They are identified as "Dirty," "Dark," and "Broken."
The missing fourth has irritated me. Last night I realized it has to be "Can't Be Bothered."
So now I have the complete set. It's good to be clear. Even if only about the nature of the foe.

And in celebration...last night, having finished all the ironing, I sat in my new (to me) platform/glider rocking chair, purchased at the parish silent auction on Saturday, and rocked to and fro, eek eek eek eek, until I was too drowsy to sit up any longer, and then I turned off the television and WENT TO BED properly-- and did not lie down on the couch instead. That's ONCE. "The journey of a thousand miles..." etc.

5 comments:

Singing Owl said...

eek eeek eek...that made me lol!

Crimson Rambler said...

it isn't REALLY very squeaky...and I'm enjoying it tremendously!

Jan said...

I really like imagining you in that comforting rocking chair.

Kathryn said...

Oh...Can't be Bothered tramples around the place here quite a bit too until one day the vast tracts of wasteland horrify me and I Do Something. It's a wet and windy day off, so maybe this might be one such occasion - on the other hand, I too have a rocking chair, 2 cats AND a daughter at home so inertia is very attractive.

Crimson Rambler said...

One must never underestimate the moral force of inertia!