QUOI? MOI?
To do is to be – Camus
To be is to do – Sartre
Shoobedoobeedoo – Sinatra
Well, that’s what papa discovered on a public bathroom wall sometime in his past, and mama is pondering its profound meaning since she is tending, toward this end of summer, to do absolutely nothing of worth or value!
I think she’s in the shoobeedoobeedoo stage…
If you ask me, she has switched her attitude from Anti-wastrelism to Pro-crastination, haha. She’s walking around pulling some weeds here and tying up some garden garbage bags there and then starting to dig up a bed for fall planting and then leaving the spading fork in the ground after deciding to throw some old pasta to the neighbor’s chickies and then she sort of half-way starts to help me write my blog and then she gets up and goes to make a coffee RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY COMPOSING and then she goes upstairs and stares at a blank white canvas and then she makes a half-hearted attempt to fold some of yesterday’s laundry and after folding a couple of things, she moves out into the garden again and sits and coos to the tourterelles who are badgering her for their 7-grain (!) toasts and then she gets up and lackadaisically (whatever that is) pulls some more weeds and halfheartedly gazes at and sighs over the teeny weeny roses that are struggling to bloom in this heat and then I think I had better call her to come back and help me finish my blog or she’s going to find herself in Zombie Land–MAMA, get in here and let’s get this over with, okay?
You get the picture.
Pro-crastination is her new mode…alas.
And I may never get another blog out again with this ennui going on…
So if to do is to be, she ain’t, but if to be is to do, I’m calling even louder!
LET’S DO, MAMA!!!
Maybe she needs chocolate.
I’ll look into that. For us both.
Sounds like a purrfect example from the book The Art of Doing Nothing!
I haven’t read it myself but love the title and think I already have a handle on the practice. In fact your mamma’s day sounds suspiciously like mine today including looking at a blank canvas in my studio and weeding a bit.
Those blank canvasses can really get mama down sometimes. But you fill yours with such wonderful art, Aunt Babsy.
Well, maybe your mama is going through an intellectual zen phase. But what wonderful graffitti on the bathroom wall!! My mama is definitely the shoobydoobydoo type. We are too, huh Loulou? At least your mama makes an effort to grow wtuff – our planters are now just filled with dirt and ivy that looks like it’s on its last leg. At least you get nip and tomatoes!!
Oh, Mya, those tomatoes are for YOU…but I did get a bit of bacon yesterday. What’s bacon? Maybe good with tomato, haha.
Is that what they mean by BLT?
You betcha.
MOL Chocolate might help LouLou. Maybe we should look into that fur mommy too. We’re never gonna get our ‘pawrtment back the way it used to be at this rate. MOL We know all ’bout that purrcrastination. Enjoy the last days of summer. It’s hot, hot, hot here. big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Yes, trying to get things back into shape is $#%&%$%! Whatever that is.
That is not procrastination, it is Attention Deficit 🙂
WHAT??? Does that mean I’ll get no attention??? ARGGGGGH.
Miserable summer heat makes us humans that way. I’m sure your mama will be her old self once the temperatures go down 🙂
I think she is in a holding pattern.
Uh, no chocolate for cats, Loulou. But your mama definitely needs a vat. There’s a lot of what she has going around at this time of the year. Too hot!
Oh, I never get any. But I do think about how good it must taste to YOU ANTHROS.
Chocolate does work well with humans!
I’m off to the store…
There are two PURRFECT words in your essay, LouLou ! First “ennui” and second “chocolate.”
Oh, thank you for idioting…er…editing. Mama feels a bit like the idioting part.