Round and round our home I go. Circles and ellipses on the wood floors and worn paths across the rugs in a daily chore.
Getting weary – though not dizzy – but also (wink-wink) getting steps on my Apple Watch’s Fitness feature. I aim for 3000/day. Enough so that I don’t overtax my tendency to gimp, for as you may recall, the ‘vagaries of age’ are no longer vague at this age and stage of my life.
Sadly, that amount is reportedly not enough to lose weight.
The reason, you might ask? I’m searching for my husband’s reading glasses and for our pup’s chew toys. Each of my guys has an abundance of these items. Yes, they are spoiled – both by the sheer number each owns and by the fact that I’m the loyal wife and dog mom who fetches.
I choose to frame my taken-for-granted efforts like that of a niece who was the top sales clerk in a Benetton store long ago. She neatly stacked the sweater and top stock, over and over again, a constant loop of effort. She wasn’t aggrieved by the endless havoc her customers wreaked by rifling the stacks. Her do-overs were job security, she said. As much as her top sales status.
And so – as per her paradigm – my fetching chore is job security for me.
It’s also a way to demonstrate my love. Further, our home will be safe – I won’t trip over a chew toy and my husband can read. Life in Casa Colando will flow smoother and more fluidly.
Though my guys’ exception seems unkind. The fact is that this is one of my chores because I am organized and an organizer and neither of them is either.
Who wouldn’t want a dog’s life as an unemployed freeloader whose top chore is napping?
A prior post seems prophetic: https://www.pjcolando.com/wife-as-golden-retriever/
At that long-ago post’s end, I mentioned my consideration to buy my husband a puppy for his birthday! Ha! This year the wish came semi-true.
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