Nina Lewis

One young man. One of the hardest pieces of classical music to play. Two grand pianos. Amazing. Totally amazing.  (I can play like this . . . well, I can at least play the first note . . .)

Quote of The Day From Ben Stein:

“Fathom the hypocrisy of a government
that requires every citizen to prove they are insured….
but does not require that everyone prove they are a citizen.”

When I was growing up, my mother made us do chores. At the time, I didn’t particularly appreciate what I was doing and learning.

Fast forward to my early years as a mother. Every Saturday, I made my children do their Saturday work. At the time, I’m sure they didn’t appreciate what I was teaching them.

Fast forward to today and my empty nest. No longer are there little munchkins to force have them clean our home. Granted, there isn’t the clutter of toys scattered hither and yon nor jelly fingerprints on the fridge door. But there are still cleaning chores that need to be done — ought to be done on a regular basis. Like dusting.

However, dusting is a low, low, low priority on my I’ve-got-a-billion-things-to-do list for Saturdays. I can’t remember the last time that I dusted. I can’t remember the last time that my husband dusted.  And that is not due to my encroaching Alzheimer’s. It’s just that it’s been so long ago.

How long ago has it been? you ask.

Well, it’s been so long, I could grow carrots in the dust on my grand piano. Their ferny-like greenery would add a delightful charm to the room.

I could grow radishes in the family room. Their greenery is smaller, more condensed would look so dainty and wouldn’t get in the way of grandchildren bouncing off the walls.

I could grow Romaine lettuce in my bedroom around the elephants figures. That would make it seem as if they were in the African bushland.

I could grow potatoes on the kitchen window sills. Then I could easily dig one up for supper.

So, next time you visit my home and notice that it’s been some time since I dusted, just realize that what you are looking at is a garden in the making.

Too funny!