Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Have you noticed how many decisions we are faced with every day? I don't mean business decisions or the Really Big Decisions. Just the tiny ones.
Every time you get up you are about to face a day with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of decisions. Driving a car, for example, would require a computer with quite phenomenal computing power. So much so the human brain doesn't always cope Hence the 1.2 million road accident deaths globally each year.
However this morning I was far more concerned with the minutae of life and the mundane decisions of how to achieve today's goal. Having already taken the decision that today was to be my annual spring cleaning day I had to decide with which room to start. I know you ladies will be shaking your heads. Spring cleaning in one day! I know some who take a day just to do one room. But here I am having my morning coffee and writing this paragraph and already the bathroom is like new. One down 10 rooms to go. TEN rooms? Surely not. This is a tiny house lived in by one person. How can I have 11 rooms? And now I have to decide which chocolate to have with my morning coffee. OK. That should be easy. There are only 5 left.
Tomorrow friends are coming for dinner. They are both excellent cooks. Not that that intimidates me at all. I love cooking and I'm not aware of having made anyone too ill yet. But Steve did once comment that I seemed to feed him nothing but chicken - even though he did concede that I'd cooked it several dozen different ways. I told him he was lucky to get fed every Tuesday. He pointed out in reply that he did contribute an excellent bottle of wine from his extensive (and expensive) cellar each week and that it was usually different. 'But' I rejoined 'always red'. And a meal isn't one decision either: starter, main, desert. At least cheese isn't a decision. I always have enough different types in the house to feed any taste.
During my recent cardiac MoT the nurse asked if I ate cheese more than three times. I replied that it was usually only twice. I got lots of brownie points until she realised I was talking about twice a day and she was talking about twice a week. Who only eats cheese twice a week?
This post was supposed to be about decisions but I seem to have strayed. I am also really embarrassed that I told you that I'd get all the spring cleaning done today. I really shouldn't have done that. I'm just too optimistic, that's my problem. By lunchtime I'd done two rooms: the bathroom and the front porch. OK perhaps that's not even strictly speaking a room but it took for ever to clean into every nook and cranny of every one of its 9 windows and two doors: all that plastic with rubber seals. Nightmare stuff.
Ah well. There's a whole lifetime to get the remaining 5 done. After all when I surveyed them this evening I thought they looked pretty clean. Yes. They must be. It's only a year since I did them last time.