Laziness Part II

When someone else is involved, laziness doesn't look like Laziness. It looks like Indifference, Presumption, Insensitivity, Hostility--a whole rainbow of things that all sound worse than what it really is--Sitting There Minding Your Own Business.

Like dishes.

If I leave the dishes in the sink, my husband assumes that I assume that I just leave them there for him. Not true. I assume nothing. I'll clean them--as soon as I notice them. Or as soon as they bother me.

Unfortunately, somethings don't bother me right away. My husband gets bothered sooner. It's all a matter of timing. Learning each others Lag Time; how long you have between Event, and Annoyance of Said Event.

For example, if I uses a jar of peanut butter at nine o'clock, I may not notice that it's still sitting on the counter until, oh, say--that Friday.

Now my husband notices sooner, does that make me insensitive? I think not. It's just who you are.

I would argue that if it bothers you, and you need to put it away, then by all means, put it away. I'm willing to let you do that. I will forgo my own schedule, so that you may honor yours. I will not be offended. Just don't you be offended and assume that I assume, because you'd be assuming wrong.

I'm just Sitting Here Minding My Own Business.

Snow Day!!!!!

Yesterday was a snow day for the kids here in the valley. Here are some pictures from the Frozen Tundra I like to sometimes call Sonja Land. (She took some pretty good ones, too.)

Does Lazy Define a Person? Part I

Sometimes my husband notices he is sitting on something uncomfortable. He doesn't care. Like a stack of mail or something? Doesn't bother him. At least not enough to move.

He's a big fan of sitting.

He'll watch a show he's not enjoying for 20,40 minutes because he doesn't feel like looking for the remote control. Forget about actually getting up to physically change the channel itself--that stopped years ago.

Once we were watching TV and couldn't find the remote control. ( I should preface this by saying he was really, really tired.)

Now he admitted later that he sensed that he was sitting on something hard that may very well have been the remote control, but he didn't have the energy to get up and confirm. (How sad is that? He didn't even have the drive to lean to one side. Even if just to dislodge an irritating piece of hardware from his person. Couldn't do it.)

Finally I forcibly shove him to one side and we find not only the remote but a pair of scissors, a glove I had been looking all over for and a tangerine.

I realize that my husband is either (A) really, really remarkably lazy, or (B) he has no sensory receptors in his left buttock. Either way, it might be a problem.

And once again, this type of behavior is perfectly fine--unless you live with another human being. By yourself, who are you bothering? No one. In fact, it could even be an attribute. Nothing bothers you. But put someone else in the picture--now you're bothering them.

"Have you seen my new magazine?"
"No."
"You didn't see it? It was right there, on the couch."
"I didn't see it."
"Are you sitting on it?"
"No"
"Get up."
"Really?"
"Just for a second."
He gets up.
"Ha! I told you you were sitting on it."
"Well, look at that. . .Hey, when did we buy tangerines?"