As much as I’d like to think I’ve kicked some of the less fortunate habits of my childhood (a bedroom that resembled a barnyard being one of them, and the socially distressing dis-ability to execute even one proper pull-up during the Presidential Fitness Test not being one….so what?), procrastination is one stubborn little thing that always manages to seep up around my life’s seams, in one manifestation or another.
Of course, I’m not perfect, and neither, I suspect, are you – we all put off those little annoying things that tend to pop up relentlessly, whack-a-mole-style, and though I’m definitely not putting off any Science projects till the last night….at 9:30 PM (I’m still sorry for those, Mom!), I do stubbornly wait to do certain things till the last second.
Like changing my name on my passport to match all of the other legal identification items I have that reflect my new, married, name. Who needs to bother with that? Not this girl….well, not till her dear sweet and understanding husband smiles politely as I fork over the extra $60 expedition fee in order to have the proper documentation to procure a California driver’s license while, you know, I’m like driving around in California. It’s not like I’ve had that long to deal with it……just eighteen-months….(cough)…..
And then smaller more inane things, like making these brussels sprouts back when we were still living high in the Rockies with snow on the ground. Back when citrus was still really in season (ummm….in January sometime, me thinks?), and brussels sprouts weren’t nearing their end at the markets. The further we got away from that time the more I kept reminding myself to tell you about these miso-glazed sprouts – because they are really good. Great even.