never knows best...

dry as toast

I would like to think that washing dishes is my equivalent to some Murakami protagonist or another's ironing: a calming activity that provides time to think. Washing dishes sure as heck provides a lot more time for reflection than most of the other activities I take part in. And, it is a pretty useful activity to undertake, though since I am at home I could just leave it to my dad to do, but I should do chores, seeing as I am freeloading quite a bit. I do wish ironing was my "ironing," so to speak, because I suck at iron, it would be nice to be good at it. Crummy shirts and pants will not stay wrinkle free.

So, just what was I reflected about as I washed dishes? Mostly, just that I did not accomplish many of my summer goals, though I rarely accomplish many of my goals, maybe I really should put some effort into reading that book about execution that the bank gave me. Anyhow, in the 1.5 months I count as my summer, I did not do much other than read, sleep, watch TV, which did not align with my goals, but I did them anyways. In fact, even if I wasted time playing games that would be more aligned with my goals than watching TV. So, that is what I reflected about.

The closed nature of my recollections disappoints myself. It is more like recollections come and go, and get teased at but in the end do not get recorded here or anywhere.