“What are you up to today?” I ask Mom.
Her reply, “As Mee-Maw would say, just junin’ around.”
“Junin’ around” is a term I grew up with. My paternal grandmother described her daily housekeeping activities as “junin’ around.” What she meant was – she was busy but didn’t seem to be accomplishing much at all.
Another of her phrases was: “It takes a lot of piddling to get a little housework done.”
As I look around me, I think I need to piddle a little more and incorporate a bit of junin’ around. My house looks like it’s seen neither in quite some time.
I much prefer Mee-Maw’s sister’s (my great-aunt Lib’s) term “gallivanting around” to junin’ around.
Gallivanting gets me out of the house and I’m free to take direction as I please. Junin’ implies I’m circling constantly within, never quite finding the end.
Circling is fine if I’m marking a place on a map I intend to visit while out gallivanting. But, the endless junin’ around of housework? No thanks. Makes my mind numb to think of it and reminds me of a June Bug with one end of a thread tied to its leg and the other pinned to my shirt. It can fly but only in a circle and only as far as the string will allow.
Throw me into the yard, hand me a shovel or rake and I’m happy. So is my mind. She’s free to gallivant with the wind.