Piddle, piddled, have piddled
Piddling. It’s a word I learned when young. I can’t give you an exact definition, but it’s basically work you do when you’re too tired to work but too awake to sleep. Those who piddle are piddlers and they come in all varieties – gardeners, carpenters, mechanics, secretaries, chefs, moms, dads. Age can be a factor. Piddlers trend older, with slightly less energy.
Some ask – why work when you could just take a break? Go watch some TV or something. Ah, but there is a difference between working and piddling.
Work is hard. Work is hammering nails, sawing wood, and running electric lines. It’s roasting a chicken, washing undies, and hanging them out to dry. It lasts all day – six days a week – pays the bills, and keeps us alive.
Piddling is different. Piddling is organizing your sock drawer, some music playing in the background, the cool breeze softly blowing through the screen door, the kids laughing at the sprinkler, and the lingering taste from that last sip of champagne at your wedding reception twelve years ago. It’s hosing off the patio furniture after the sun sets and the fireflies start winking through the maple leaves while the bull frogs croak their lonesome galumphs.
After work, you may need to nap. After the nap, you piddle.
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