Singing to Lamps

Mack was born a professional procrastinator. She waited until the absolute last second to do everything that needed doing. She penned school papers the night before they were due, crammed for tests on the day they were scheduled, and met important deadlines on deadline and not a day or a week beforehand. She never worried about unfinished tasks that were in front of her. She was never anxious about the consequences of putting them off too long. She never lost sleep because of them. And she certainly never let them interfere with the silly things she wanted to do instead. From her first days as a little elementary school kid to her days as a college student, Mack made a sport of putting off things until tomorrow.

Mack was no ordinary procrastinator, however. She possessed a very particular skill; and it was that skill that separated her from the amateurs. Mack had a talent for knowing exactly how much time and energy were required to successfully complete an undesirable task. In her mind, there was certainly no good reason to spend three hours writing for literature class an essay on, say, The Scarlet Letter, the weekend before it was due if in fact it could be done in an hour and fifteen minutes at 10:45 p.m. the night before it was due. Fortunately, Mack was a naturally good student. She would finish that essay at midnight or later and, usually, receive an “A” for her minimal effort. It was impossible to teach Mack about the potential consequences of procrastination for us mere mortals when the goddess of procrastination seemed impervious to them.

Maybe because of her amazing triumphs in procrastination, Mack was not a quiet or accidental procrastinator, either. She actively celebrated her willful procrastination and she encouraged her friends to join her. It was during the times when Mack and all of her friends should have been studying that Mack was the most ridiculous. Whether she was on a school bus with the basketball team coming home late from an away game, or working on a group project at Barnes and Noble, or studying with one friend on the floor of her bedroom, she was a goofy distraction to herself and to everyone in her vicinity. It was during these times when she told her silliest jokes, made up absurd poems and songs, and regaled her friends with her foul language and her unique sense of humor. Why keep your nose in a book or stare at an unfinished essay on your computer when you could dance in your bra and over-sized sweatpants, make a seven-ingredient omelet (eggs, onion, olives, mushrooms, cheddar, basil, and hot sauce) at 10 o’clock at night, play a game of who-can-text-the-silliest-word-or-combinations-of-words with Maggie, or sing a love song to a lamp?singing to a lamp

Even more than the perpetual messy state of Mack’s bedroom, my younger daughter’s procrastination made me crazy. You see, I am the antithesis of a procrastinator. I complete unpleasant tasks as soon as it is humanly possible to do so in order to put the unpleasantness behind me; because as long as it is in front of me, I will do nothing but wring my hands and worry over it. On this point, Mack and I did not understand each other very well at all. She probably said to me a million times: “Don’t worry, Momma Bear, I’ll do it tomorrow.” She made me even crazier when instead of studying she would clomp up the stairs to my loft office with her computer to show me fifteen videos of giant baby pandas going down slides. The next thing I knew, an hour was gone and neither one of us had accomplished a damn thing but to fall deeply in love with those baby bears, to coo with syrupy sweetness over their adorableness, and to discuss a plot to steal one the next time we went to a zoo.

Mack was a genius when it came to sucking everyone around her into her personal plot to practice the fine art of procrastination. No one, not even me, was immune to the inappropriate timing of her amusements. She always put fun and laughter ahead of chores, and I think she always understood when the people around her needed a little levity. As far as she was concerned, everyone needed to be silly and to have a little fun when they were working on something serious and not fun, like schoolwork. And if singing to a lamp might provide the humor that was needed both for herself and others, then she was more than honored and thrilled to oblige us all.

6 thoughts on “Singing to Lamps

  1. I cannot tell you how many hours we lost to YouTube and/or one more episode. We really fed each others addictions exchanging our loves of Adele, Melissa McCarthy, Lea Michelle, Kristen Bell, etc. The list is really endless (mostly powerful women I might add). I was somewhat of a procrastinator before I met Mackenzie, but her skill inspired me to achieve time crunching genius. Both of us wrote a 20 page paper in a day. That’s 40 pages between the two of us. Insanity. But I’ve never felt more accomplished. And yes, we both received A’s. Man, I miss her.

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  2. This really speaks to me as I am great procrastinator, as well…Case in point, my office which I will vacate in 26 days…Maybe I will start filling up the dumpster pn March 27!! This one made me smile…and I can just see the both of you cooing to the pandas and singing to the lamp. Here is my email address so I can stay in the loop past 3/31…Use the .iilinois.gov till then and afterwards lincoln125@icloud.com I am going to get an email address for Harriet and I will share that also! I like these posts as they make me smile…not get all teary eyed… How are you? You appear to be making steps in getting “through it” as you will never “get over it”… Joy, peace and blessings.

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  3. From Mack’s friend, Maggie Erickson: When it is 2am and I’m awake because I’ve procrastinated some big assignment and a phrase like “swordfish potato chip” pops into my brain…its times like those I miss Mackenzie most. Because really, who else can I say that to without any context and expect a prompt response back saying something equally as strange? and then proceed to have an hour long back and forth conversation with only words like these?

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  4. From Mack’s friend Justice Collins: I remember Mackenzie’s freshman year of high school she had to take freshman seminar which was basically a class with a bunch of papers. She told me about how her teacher asked if she had started her paper, which was due the next day, and she told him no. And he goes “Don’t expect to get a good grade it’s gonna be hard.” When she turned in her paper, you can expect she loved the big I Told You So she got to tell her teacher when she got an “A.” Typical Mackenzie McDermott

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