I was going to attack the paperwork. Clean out all my files. Get rid of all the newspaper and magazine clippings I was saving, for one reason or another. Shred the piles of paid bills, invoices, old receipts, etc. that shouldn’t just be thrown out. Didn’t get done. I was going to go through my closets and drawers. Make piles of what would stay and what would go. Re-organize, so fall and winter clothes and shoes were more easily accessible. Didn’t get done.
Then there was the soup I was going to make. My mother’s chicken soup. I already have the noodles, celery, carrots, green pepper, onion and parsnips. All I had to do was pick up some fresh dill and the chicken. Didn’t get done. When I first made the list of Sunday chores, I also thought I’d reward myself, by going to a movie at the end of the day. Even Continue reading