A pensioner’s privilege

Saturday October 1, 2005

“I don’t feel like doing house-cleaning today, Dolly,” I said. “I think I’ll leave it to tomorrow.”


“Thank you. Didn’t expect approval but that’ll do.”


“You said it, girl.”

So house-cleaning is what I didn’t do today. It’s ok. The viewer doesn’t turn up until 3:30 in the afternoon tomorrow and that will give me plenty of time to do the necessary.

What I did do was mooch, flitting from inclination to inclination—it’d be wrong to describe the things I did as tasks—and to spend long intervals jes’ sittin’.

Oh, hell, I don’t need to justify myself, not even to myself. I claim this idle interlude as a pensioner’s privilege.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s