Chores are chores, of course. There's no gainsaying that. But there was always some satisfaction to be gained from completing a chore. I say was because I have recently noticed that I have no sooner finished a chore than I have forgotten that I ever did it, thereby rendering a chore more of a chore than ever. It is as though I am completely divorced from the chore I have so nobly accomplished - a stranger on the chore.
A poor look-out indeed.
Which, sadly, all goes to prove that chores are never completed.
ReplyDeleteHave you tried writing a list? Not to aid your faltering memory, but if you include such items as "write a list" it gives a lot of pleasure in being able to cross them off.
As you get towards the end of Gran's diaries you will see that her chores/entries are sadly almost entirely of this nature. Though I don't think it quite cuts the mustard to say "milkman came".
Meanwhile, expect many more chores for tomorrow. Or hole yourself up in some anchorite cavern.