This cat makes me think of someone I knew.
Even in middle age his interests and actions were like a teenager.
I think he was afraid of growing old.
He didn’t know growing up doesn’t mean becoming like an old codger.
I guess he thought to be an adult meant boredom and monotony.
He didn’t know he could be mature,
have fun and play, be youthful and adventuresome.
He was an adultescent.
It was kinda sad.
My Tuesday Chatter could become a rant,
but I will control myself and just give you the facts.
Remember way back when…
I told you about my kitchen redo?
Well, a year later it is done, almost.
The new upper cabinets are installed…
only took eight months and three orders to get it right.
The pantry is finished.
The walls and lower cabinets are painted…
took me five days and that’s because
I changed my mind about the cabinet color
and had to repaint them.
Now I just need some shelves put up
and molding installed.
But where is my handyman?
Seems he has disappeared.
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For the past year, I have been going to the library downtown because the branch that is four blocks from where I live has been closed for much-needed renovations. Going downtown every couple of weeks wasn’t a big deal but it was inconvenient having to take the bus. Instead of a pleasant ten-minute walk, there was the waiting for the bus, the twenty minutes to get to the library and the same to get back home, not to mention needing exact change for the bus fare. The neighborhood branch reopened last week and I included a visit there when I took my walk the other day; it felt good to be at my library again, to see the old staff and meet the new. But it was strange and made me sad to see that though the new library is beautiful, with desks and comfy chairs, new computers, lots of movies and CD’s and even outdoor tables and chairs on two patios, there are fewer actual books on the shelves and somehow that just seems wrong.
Ergophobia is an abnormal fear of work or an aversion to work.
I learned this today at Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day.
I can’t say I have this phobia, at least not an abnormal fear of work. Sometimes there is work to do that seems a bit more than I can handle or something that is outside of my comfort zone, and there are times when I think I will not do a good job or won’t be able to finish the task. But it is not really a fear, certainly not an abnormal fear, just a nagging feeling that I have been given more than I can deal with.
However, I may have a slight aversion to work. Not to the point of not doing something that needs to be done but I have been known to procrastinate. In fact, I can make procrastination into a fine art of avoidance.
Ergophobia may be a new word for me but definitely one I will remember. Somehow it sounds more acceptable to say I have ergophobia than to say I am too lazy or just don’t want to do something. People are usually understanding of folks with phobias not so much for those of us who are avoiding work because we don’t want to do it.