Gramps always said that if you got the first cutting of hay baled and into the barn by the fourth of July, you could get another one in by Labor Day.
He always said that, but I don’t recall him ever actually doing it.
It’s not that he procrastinated. Not exactly. More like there was always some other little thing that grabbed his interest and needed attending to before he could get back to the routine task at hand, and a good distraction is worth its weight in gold.
Maybe Gramps was really ADHD! That would certainly explain a lot. Maybe he was just incapable of following through on one task at a time and easily lost his focus. And maybe it’s hereditary and maybe I—
Oh! Look! A chicken!
And maybe I should put some chicken in the oven and finish this blog entry after dinner and wait to put the hay in the barn at a later date.