But yesterday morning my computer didn't start right, and instead gave me a bizarre message in some sort of code. The only readable part had to do with being unable to boot. I called my daughter, Hannah, my computer guru. I wanted to call my husband as well, for this was serious, but he has been too distracted at work and others have noticed. We have had several weeks now of one crisis after another. Fortunately they are not health crises, just financial ones, but they too can take their toll, stretching us too far! My husband always said that if it weren't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all and it seems as though we had hit another streak of bad luck, except for the Labor Day Sale.
Hannah, my daughter directed me to shut off my computer and restart it. I did as she said. My machine made a whirring noise like it was going to start and then simply clicked itself off, and the screen blacked out. Both Hannah and I concurred this was not a good thing. "Try it again," she said and I tried it, not once, but three more times. Insanity is when you do the same thing over and over, getting the same results. I was no doubt, certifiable!
Hannah said, "I'll be home early today and will check it then". My response was in keeping with my mental state--I panicked. I had spent my week writing and imagined it all gone. I freaked and whined into the phone, and then I tried to console myself and muttered something about having lots else to do.
My habit of procrastination means many things don't get done. I made myself a piece of toast and sat down to collect myself and made a short do-list from my master do-list. I am a list maker in the extreme. My short list, however was very short: sew a flower pot pincushion and clean out the refrigerator.
I couldn't help it....I called my husband, "Don't be distracted!" I commanded him, "but my computer just appears to have crashed!" I then added, "And don't panic!" I felt better already. Its an old trick I learned years ago. When my broad shoulders cave in under pressure, call on him to share the burden. I had made a perfect choice in picking Tom as my life's partner. Except for his luck, he is my savior on earth and it is a big job! "It ain't me babe, it ain't me you're looking for..." isn't Tom's song!
Yep, all sorts of bizarre thoughts like that crossed my mind, but then I remembered a TV interview I watched with my husband about an author who recently published a new book about procrastination being a good habit. We were suddenly all ears. "Sometimes", the author said, "procrastinating leads to getting other jobs done and is good"... "and some jobs just go away and don't need to be done if you wait long enough". I thought about the stove and wondered if I waited a bit longer perhaps its gourmet-blackened-bottom could be hauled out with the stove? Then the author added that some jobs are more creatively done if the task is allowed to simmer in your head for a long while first?