Friday's Foibles  "Come in Rain, Snow, Sleet or Hail...Just Don't Come Early!!"

Happy Friday!  As I said last week, Fridays make a lot of things a whole lot more forgivable.  It's almost like the day has a "soft lense effect" or a one-beer buzz!  Fridays make those foibles that we inevitably encounter in ourselves, in others, and in our individual worlds, more laughable and thus, more tolerable.

I will confess to one of my many foibles...I am a procrastinator.  World class.  Evidence is everywhere...the piles on the dining room table, the weekend bag waiting to be unpacked, the toilet waiting to be scrubbed, the laundry waiting to be done, the overdue phone call to make, and the card waiting to be sent.  It is a "charming eccentricity" that I wrestle with on a daily basis.  (Many of you reading this are nodding your heads!)  In a romantic way (i.e. a nice sounding excuse) I like to think that this flaw of mine is the necessary "sister" of steeping, thinking things through, and smelling the roses.  Because, you know...the laundry and the toilets do not smell like roses!  And console myself with my theory that if you get everything on your list done in one day, then you didn't take time to think one great thought or appreciate any part of your day.  Not the way I choose to live...so I guess I live with the piles, laundry, tote bags and toilets!

The "victims" of my procrastination are various and rotating...I can't seem to defy the laws of physics and hover all those balls in the air at once!  For example, I do have three positively blindingly clean bathrooms today, but there has to be a victim left by the roadside of the week.  This week's victim is an innocent little 4 x 6 pink envelope...a get well card that I purchased over a week ago and in a timely fashion, that has languished on my desk ever since.  I actually wrote it out it after a couple days, but then had to get the address from my mother...that task cost me a few days, my fault not my mother's!  Then the attempts to mail it began...and thus began the "clash of the foibles."  For the last three days, my mailman has foiled my attempts due to his irritating and new found timeliness.  When you learn to rely on the foibles of others and then, they go and improve themselves (the nerve!), it can really throw you off!  Each afternoon I have hoped to get my card into his hands when he lumbers up my driveway sometime in his usual "relaxed" schedule between 5:00 and 7:00 pm, like someone walking the plank to certain death!  Instead, my trusty mailman-come-lately has this week climbed the pinnacle of postal efficiency, dropping my bundle of mail on my porch somewhere between 2:00 and 4:00!  And, as circumstance had it, I happened each time to be either not at home or in the bowels of the house slaying the laundry monster.  Each day that I have gone to put the envelope on the porch for him to collect, I find my curled up, banded bundle of mail there, as if it's smiling and laughing up at me!  "Foiled again!" it taunts.  "Try again tomorrow!"

I can tolerate my mailman's foibles...in fact I have come to depend on them.  I don't care that he often delivers the wrong mail, that at Christmastime he often delivers just before I retire to bed, or that he drives like a maniac, or that he never has a positive word to say, but I simply cannot tolerate him coming early!  Today, I will succeed...I'm going to take my mail "to the mountain"...well, the post office!

Thanks for reading.  Let it steep!