Yesterday was the last day of a long weekend in British Columbia. It took precisely 141 days from our spring return to finally haul the winter car cover out of our back seat. For nearly five months, this bulky sheet of fabric enjoyed a permanent place on the rear upholstery, acting less as protective equipment and more as a fixture we simply lacked the resolve to move.
Our capacity for self-justification relies on a tight sequence of excuses. First, contractors replacing the roofs on both residential towers routinely parked their work vehicles over our hose area, blocking access entirely. Next, a month-long trip to Morocco kept us away from basic chores altogether. Then, weeks of recovering from international jet lag consumed what little motivation remained. After that, municipal water restrictions took effect in New Westminster and banned garden hoses, handing our ongoing procrastination a lovely veneer of civic duty. Finally, watching Jay hose down months of accumulated dirt today forces us to admit that, on occasion, we might simply be a tad lazy.