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The Domino Effect


Yesterday was a day of accomplishments, since I managed to get much of what I'd set out to do done. It doesn't mean, however, that my house is in total order; but what house ever really is?  Why is it, though, that when we begin one project it somehow unwittingly leads directly into another? As I'd mentioned in yesterday's blog, I was cleaning out the garage, one that had been filled with boxes and miscellaneous items ever since I'd moved in October. I was hopeful I'd complete what I started until I pulled out a stack of lawn chairs and immediately saw that they needed a good scrubbing. I hadn't planned on cleaning them just then, but figured I might as well get it done and brought out the bucket and some cleaner. After unwinding the hose, I saw that the nozzle had a leak where it was attached and no amount of muscle-well, my muscle anyway, could tighten it. Fixing it would have to come later, in spite of the fact that it was continuously shooting a fine mist while the hose was on.

            Once I was finished with the chairs, I then created a space in the garage for my garden tools, shovels and hedge clippers. Yet, before I put away those clippers I decided I would trim the dead branches off the pine tree in the back yard. That tree has sentimental meaning since it had served as our Christmas tree over fifteen years ago. I know, you're probably wondering how that was possible if I'd only moved here in October. (See the link in yesterday's blog to get your answer.) Anyway, the tree looks more regal now that those dead branches have been lopped off. By then it was mid-afternoon and I had grocery shopping to do, not to mention wanting some kick-back time. I closed up the garage because tomorrow, which is today, is another day.

            I also managed to get in some writing time, which can often be like those projects that have a domino effect. Whether I'm working on a novel or my memoir, there's always more to say. Or there could be, but I must decide just what the reader needs to know in order to make the story move. Naturally, I did more yesterday than just what I told you, but you didn't need a minute-by-minute telling, especially since most people have experienced cleaning out a garage and get the idea. I think for most writers, it takes practice to know how to get a character from point A to point B, both physically and emotionally, without telling the reader every step taken. It's all a matter of getting rid of the extraneous.

            Once the day was pretty much over, I decided to reward myself by relaxing in the hot tub, but when I took off the cover I noticed that the water was close to the mark indicating more water was needed. I thought of that leaky hose, shook my head and put the cover back on. I'd had enough with the domino effect for one day.